Steve Erwin Would've Been Proud!

I was in the kitchen pouring myself a big bowl of cereal when from the living room, I hear, "CRIKEY MATE! There's a lizard in our house!"
I leapt to attention and immediately spotted the culprit in the hallway. Zac, clad in only his garments, yelled,"Get me a jar!" And with a blur that made me question if I'd even seen it or not, the lizard zipped into Mayzie's room and under her crib (luckily she was napping in our bed). Now I know a lot about the outdoors and consider myself one with my animal friends; I mean I went to girls camp 5 years running and received my animal handler's permit. Trying to do it the friendly way, I set out a dish of strawberry syrup to lure the little bugger out. No luck. This guy was playing it tough. I decided I was most helpful yelling out instructions to Zac who did the dirty work. After several lunges with a plastic canister, Zac finally trapped the varmint, but how to get him outside without the whole world seeing Zac and the goodies???
"Okay, I'll open the door and you just throw the whole bucket outside, " I offered. And on the count of three, I flung the door open and Zac hucked the whole bucket onto our front lawn, for the viewing pleasure of many a passerby. I felt extremely fulfilled that we'd disposed of the lizard in a humane way. I think the late (rest his soul) Steve Erwin would be very proud.