On Friday night when we got home from dinner, I drew A his bath as usual. H is typically in charge of bathtime, so once A was in the tub, I was doing some other things in the house.
DH called out to me, "Honey, what the F is that?!"
I ran into the bathroom. It was a tiny lizard, drowned in the tub. It had either climbed into the tub from the drain, or hidden himself in the faucet, or inside one of A's bath cup toys. He drowned, and I felt bad for the little guy.
DH used a cup and fished it out before flushing it.