It appears a mama lizard, I'll call her Lizzy, found her way inside and decided our house would be just the place to lay her eggs. And she laid a LOT of them. I've captured 3 baby lizards in the kitchen, 3 in my home office (we know there are at least two more in this room), I've caught 4 in our bedroom and one keeps getting away, and the boys have at least one in their room that keeps hiding in their toys. Oh and I captured two in the living room. I don't have any fears of lizards. I used to catch them and carry them home when I was a girl. If they bit me I'd coax them into letting go. No big deal. Personally, I think they are cute & I'd rahter have lizards sneaking into the house than bugs & mice (but if they can find their way in so can the bugs & mice). Anyhow! Guess who's scared of lizards in my house? All three of my macho men came running to me to get rid of the lizards. My husdand would rather kill them, but I won't, lizards are good. I grab the poor tiny babies with a dishtowel (so I don't kill them) and wisk them away to the yard where I'm almost certain my dog or the birds will find and eat them. I did accidentlaly kill one last night. It was so sad. I tried to caputre it humanely with a large leftover container, many times bigger than the baby lizard, but I got it's neck, it was all mangled, I had to bury it at sea (toilet side services were held at 11pm last night). You should have seen 9 year old Randy trying to make me feel better, "But Mom, you've saved so many, one loss is not bad". My husband was gleefull, "that's one lizrd that won't crawl back in the house". My older son said he'd want to keep one if he had aquarium to use. So now I have a new series of paintings I'm working on. The series is called "Lizards In The House". I've been looking for a new subject, but this time, they found me.