"Bad George!" I said. "No lizards in the house!" But how to get him out? The last time this happened I ended up with a lizard bouncing off me.
As I moved toward George, he ran for the front door, but the door was not open, and George went into the corner trying to figure out what to do. I opened the door part way, got a broom, and shooed George back outside. I would have taken a picture, but my camera phone isn't good for this sort of shot and I wasn't going to get the good camera for this.
It's not that these lizards are dangerous: I like having them around the property to eat insects; I just don't want them in the house.