When the architects were giving us a tour of the art studio/nap room/gym area, Paul spotted a fearsome creature crawling purposefully along the back wall. It was love at first sight.
It was a huge (you can’t tell how huge from the photo, but trust me, huge) iguana patrolling the neighborhood. So impressive. Almost dragon size! And actually, I’ve never thought of them as fearsome. The first time I ever saw one, when I was on vacation on St. Thomas maybe years ago, he was carrying a bright fuchsia flower in his mouth, and I think that has always colored my impression of all iguanas since: Gentle and lovable.
Our neighbor has two young puppies, and one of them has the unfortunate habit of stalking and killing these poor lizards. The way dogs chase squirrels and cats, they chase iguanas in Yucatán. We’re both allergic to cats and dogs, so any member of the animal kingdom who deigns to grace our patio is welcome to us. A turtle actually followed me around another person’s courtyard once, snapping at my big toe. Yes, I want turtles out back too; or terrapins or tortoises, or whatever they really are. A hypo-allergenic menagerie would be most welcome in our yard.
Paul brought home The Iguana Handbook, which is geared toward people who keep iguanas in cages and maybe breed them. I’m happy that they roam free in Mérida, where they breed on their own time and, I hear, that they’re actually protected by law. It’s illegal to kill an iguana! Tell that to that outlaw puppy next door. Or to the men in this story from Sara and Ty, which still gives me nightmares.
The book says they get aggressive when it’s mating season. Would they get aggressive toward people, or just animals their own size? Will the puppy next door get his comeuppance if he picks the wrong day to chase iguanas? Will they eat my herb garden? So many questions. The answers aren’t so very important. I just want an iguana to drop by from time to time, and if he brings me flowers, all the better.