Recently, I’ve been feeling quite doleful because of the hunting down and killing of iguanas in our neighbourhood, so it was a real relief yesterday to see Grandpa Igasho in our backyard. I first took a photo out of my bathroom window so as not to scare him away.
Then I crept outside, opening the screen door very quietly. He didn’t move and inch, so I guess he must have known that I meant him no harm and was only going to shoot him with my camera.
He really is a beautiful specimen and I’d miss him so much if he were to fall prey to the Iguana Control man who patrols here with his shot gun on a regular basis.
Alas, I don’t speak ‘Iguana’, or I’d tell him to set up camp in my backyard where, because I haven’t contributed to paying for the extermination of him and his mates, he would be untouchable.
Happy Sunday, everyone.