Days of the Iguana

The big guy .
"Rock me Amadeus "
The little guy .
"Cry me a river ... "
These* crocs * you definitely do not want on your feet .

Forget Richard Burton and " night of the iguana ", these reptile guys are sun worshipers and are everywhere basking on the hot cement walkways . No wonder they have such dry , wrinkled up old skin . Some of the barbecued tourists should have made note of that fact . Although the iguana may look like a fierce looking , miniature , prehistoric monster , they are , in fact , herbivorous and quite harmless . One gets use to having them around in climates like this . If they feel threatened by you they puff themselves up and bop their heads like they belong on your car dashboard . The resort also had their bigger cousins , the crocodile , secluded in a fenced in sanctuary . The crocs do not have to puff up to scare you ... one look at the jaws and teeth will do it for you , no problem .
On the beach , you could often find the staff carrying one of the biggest iguanas for a peso, picture taking session . One evening going out for our dinner , I had mentioned to Dawn that I wondered where all the iguanas went at night . I surmised that they must bed into holes in the ground and I pointed to one who had stuck his head up to watch us pass by . My daughter nonchalantly stated that was an underground sprinkler coming on and not an iguana .
My eye check up will be forthcoming .