Are the little brown ones lizards or salamanders? The ones with heads that look like miniature dinosaurs and front feet that look like tiny human hands? I tried to find out on the Internet, but ended up with the Texas Lizard Connection, where you can buy pairs of lizards for $450. And the picture didn’t answer my question.

Whichever, I found a little guy peeping over the top of my shower curtain Friday morning. It was between the curtain and the liner, with just its head and hands showing. My first thought was the same as the time I found a blacksnake stretched out in the hall outside the bathroom:“I gotta get some clothes on.”

It’s not that I was afraid of the snake or the miniature dinosaur, but they seemed so out of place that it was unnerving.

The shower curtain is a shocking blue — I think I’ve told you — with a mermaid wearing a screaming pink bra, lipstick and fingernail polish, while orange and yellow fish swim around her black tail.

A little dinosaur head looking down onto that scene seemed out of context. Also, I was afraid if the poor little thing got down onto the floor, one of the cats would have it for breakfast.

The obvious thing to do was shoo it into a Tupperware can, cover it up and relocate it to the woods. But when I tried that, the little thing turned upside down, so that only its skinny little tail showed over the top of the shower curtain.

This was a perfect time to grab it by the tail, slip it into the can and carry it outside, but when I went to do it, I found I just couldn’t take hold of that tail. Something about the notion of how it would feel or how it would wiggle — I don’t know, but I simply could not do it.

So I went and found my black knit winter gloves with the suede palms to try again. And I still couldn’t do it.

Call me a wimp. Call me a wuss.

I moved to plan B. Called my kid to ask if Ben would like to do it. Well, that’s what grandchildren are for, isn’t it?

Ben came right down, with his own plastic container that has holes punched in the lid. He’s done things like this before, he said. Once a lizard (or was it a salamander?) bit him, but it didn’t hurt because the lizard (or salamander) doesn’t have any teeth, so it was just a pinch, really. Ben knows the difference between lizards and salamanders. I just can’t remember which one he was talking about.

He got bitten in class once, too, when he picked up the garden snake. But that didn’t have any teeth, either.

I showed Ben the miniature dinosaur and then busied myself outside trying to jump the car battery I’d killed by leaving the keys in the ignition on “accessories” all night.

In no time at all, Ben was relocating my dinosaur into the woods. He caught it by tapping the shower curtain until the lizard got to the bottom of the tub, then scooped it into his container, slapped on the well-punctured lid and carried it outside. So Ben never touched the critter either. Wasn’t that slick?

That’s what grandsons are for.

As for the car battery, I called AAA to boost it.

That’s what AAA is for.