On the upper floor of my house (me?) on the writing desk in a cup among a few pencils, is the back of a lizard (perhaps a salamander) with its nose down, it is struggling to come up with not very good success. I really don't like this lizard, I feel disgusted and run downstairs to find something to get rid of it.
There I meet what seems to be good friends to me, a wasp and something else I can't remember. We discuss whether the wasp is big enough to fight the lizard out of the house. The wasp turn and sure, it is big, almost as big as the lizard.
So together the wasp and this other creature goes to the lizard and while it is struggling they get it down to first floor, and drops him before they manage to get him out. The lizard seems to be light-shy and is directly going towards closest pile of stuff, there he finds plastic things with similar surface as his skin, and seems to find comfort among them. During this situation I change my feeling from disgusted to "what a sad creature".