As I sit here comfy in my room, this poor, doomed iguana sleeps in a yellow bucket in the front yard. He has no idea this is his last night on earth. I seriously feel really bad. BUT... they (some local men) caught this wild iguana and are eager to cook it for us. It's not an uncommon meal here, so what can I say? Adios Iguana.
Just moments ago the iguana escaped from the bucket and ran through the backyard and disappeared into the vegetation.
The Good News: No iguana for dinner.
The Bad News: There's an iguana running free outside of my house.
Nevermind, they just found him and brought him back. ARG.