Day of the Iguana

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:

Iguana at Tamarind Reef Hotel, St. Croix. Avoided pools and ocean, apparently.