I've just seen a post on Faceache, where someone found a Gecko in their house and the wife was apparently screaming. Being an ex-matelot, he got a biscuit tin and a bit of paper and put it outside. How very gay is that? So I have come to the conclusion: Navy - Biscuit tin and rescue the poor wee mite. RAF - Cry and scream and shout for your mum. Army - Poke it with a stick, see if it eats Haribo, throw stones at it to see if it's tail really does fall off, try to set fire to it once you have trapped it. I do have first hand experience of this. Telic 2. Gecko on the ceiling in the "Smoking Area" at the Hotel Shatt (hehe - I said shat), 2 RAF blokes, me and a few Kingos smerking a tab. Mr RAF: "It's a Lizard aaaaaaaah". Kingo Nicker: "Get me a stick - I just want to check if it's dead. Honest". Why is the Army different to the rest of them?