Now that I've had my daily panic attack...

So I was talking to my dad about Thanksgiving and stuff and while we were talking I could hear Zoey picking at the rug in my bedroom, so after we hung up, I went to investigate. This is what I found. I know some people think they are cute, but I have a standing rule of 'no rodents, no reptiles' in my house, and this was a flippin' reptile loose in my bedroom so I am beyond freaked out. I called hubby and he laughed while I ranted about the reptile. After Zoey finally moved it to the hardwood floor, I swept it out the front door, but not before she bit off it's tail and left it on the rug for a present. Still, for a 12 year old cat who has lived indoors all her life, she's apparently a decent hunter, so I'm proud of her for that at least.