They hide there looking all dinosaur, and stare in my bathroom window when i shower.
This tail belongs to the iguana my mother calls "bent-tail". He is the only iguana on the island not named "Iggy", "Lizzy" or some variation thereof. Though she also has been referring to them as "dinosaurs" this trip. I think she is trying to train them like Star-Lord does in Jurassic World. Soon they will be taking out t-rexeses.
"yay! Rotten avocado!"
They have lost their fear of man. And my mother. Here you can see Bent-tail and Iggy/Lizzy/Izzy.
This guy sucked down a piece of bell pepper so big that he physically couldnt shut his mouth. It didnt stop him from trying to scoop up other pieces though. He ran around like this for about five minutes.
The foodbringer cometh.
We have been visited by a baby iguana a few times. He is less excited about the training.
There are also some unsung lizards around for happy hour. My mother has not yet devised an effective trap for these, though she suggested my dad catch one in tupperware for her. We call them wood geckos, but i dunno if thats what they are. Like most things on the island, they loves them some sugar.
There are three that come regularly to the feeder during happy hour. One is slightly larger than the others and seems to feel territorially about the sugar.
This has lead to the occasional gexican standoff. He gets all throatpuffy and tries to scare everyone off.
He usually seems to win with the birds, but the other geckos sneak around him.
Our Last Lizard is the Race Runner. These sometimes hang out by the pool side door and are shy. I slow-herded this one around the pool for a while. They are the prettiest of the lizards here.
I'd like to point ut to the skeptics that thanks to the actions of Carlito and the trained iguanas there has not been a T-rex sighted anywhere near our place in years!
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