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Looking out my Backdoor: Iguanas and other sentient life

That iguana spit on me today. I stood below him, next to the wall in my front-patio courtyard, watching him soak up the sun. He turned his head, looked me in the eye, and spit. Well, that’s a fine howdy-do.

No manners. But, maybe, like many a youngster, he had a valid complaint: “She looked at me.”

There’s a pair of what I call teen iguanas, middle-sized, who sun at the top of that particular section of wall.

You should see them skitter up — or down — a vertical wall. Yet, despite Velcro feet, often I see, or hear, the iguanas fall from the top of the bricks down to the gro...

 

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