After a morning of wrestling large, aggressive fish into a boat, we came home and my first thought was to take a dip in the pool. I found what I thought was one of our geckos gone wayward, floating motionless in the water. I feared he had drowned. I picked him up and put him on the deck, and when I did, I felt his little claws clutch against my hand.
He recovered pretty quickly and hung out on the deck for a bit, then scuttled for the shade underneath the fence. Unbelievably Useful Husband took a good look at him and said, “I don’t think that’s a gecko. I think that’s a baby iguana.” And you know what? I think he’s right. Whatever he is, he needs to learn to swim. At least if he wants to live long enough to look like this: