Carry a sofa up some stairs
Anytime i see their skinny brown bodies lying on my tile I often what a lizard thinks about being inside a house. I wonder if he panics when he realizes the cockroaches and spiders ate all the bugs before him, and his supply of prey is running low (or completely devoured). Or if he is disgusted by how sterile and clean the inside world is, reminiscing of mud and leaves. He runs away from the dome of life, but I finally catch him. Sarah Jessica Parker's face is all he sees before I fling him back to life.