Iguana Sighting in the Wild
As summer turned into autumn, my sister and I drove out to Port Stanley. Nice little lakeside town. For lunch, we dropped by The Kettle Creek Inn. They served the best fish and chips I’ve ever tasted.
On our way out, we ended up going down a no-exit street, thinking we’d found a scenic route. Just as I steered the car around the curve of a cul-de-sac, I noticed something moving amongst the leaves on the ground.
Something neon green, with spiky bits, a long tongue and tail, sunbathing in a puddle of light. Three feet long from nose to toes, so to speak.
I pointed at the beastie, trying to get my sister’s attention. “Isn’t that an iguana?”
Iguanas running amok in Southwestern Ontario just isn’t done.
The hunt was on to find the owner or a reasonable substitute. My sister ran down the road, her arms waving in the air above her head as if she was trying to find aid for someone requiring urgent medical care.
Turns out, a couple walking along the street knew all about the escaped reptile.
We tried to catch it in a milk crate, but it jumped down from the branch it’d been climbing and scurried up the hill, right under the bared roots of a mature tree.
By this time, the sister of the reptile’s owner knew of our dilemma. She followed the iguana’s trail, wearing an old plaid shirt. Apparently, she’d been able to catch the beastie a short time ago, but not before it had left some awful scratches on her arms.
She couldn’t find him.
Meanwhile, their family cat had been slinking around the plateau of the hill, doing what cats do, while we were trying to find the beastie. The cat led the girl straight to the base of the tree which turned out to be the newest hiding place for the escapee.
What are the odds that some out-of-towners driving down a ‘no exit’ road would turn their car around in a cul-de-sac at the precise moment an iguana-in-the-wild (almost invisible, camouflaged by green leaves) decided to make a move?
I should have bought a lottery ticket.
Strange things happen in small towns. It’s why I enjoy writing about them and the people who live there.
Treasure Hunting in Tidal Pools
A Visit to the Pet Supply Store
An Educational Trip to Toronto
Beachcombing in Bayfield
Engaging With the Flora and Fauna
Iguana Sighting in the Wild
As summer turned into autumn, my sister and I drove out to Port Stanley. Nice little lakeside town. For lunch, we dropped by The Kettle Creek Inn. They served the best fish and chips I’ve ever tasted.
On our way out, we ended up going down a no-exit street, thinking we’d found a scenic route. Just as I steered the car around the curve of a cul-de-sac, I noticed something moving amongst the leaves on the ground.
Something neon green, with spiky bits, a long tongue and tail, sunbathing in a puddle of light. Three feet long from nose to toes, so to speak.
I pointed at the beastie, trying to get my sister’s attention. “Isn’t that an iguana?”
Iguanas running amok in Southwestern Ontario just isn’t done.
The hunt was on to find the owner or a reasonable substitute. My sister ran down the road, her arms waving in the air above her head as if she was trying to find aid for someone requiring urgent medical care.
Turns out, a couple walking along the street knew all about the escaped reptile.
We tried to catch it in a milk crate, but it jumped down from the branch it’d been climbing and scurried up the hill, right under the bared roots of a mature tree.
By this time, the sister of the reptile’s owner knew of our dilemma. She followed the iguana’s trail, wearing an old plaid shirt. Apparently, she’d been able to catch the beastie a short time ago, but not before it had left some awful scratches on her arms.
She couldn’t find him.
Meanwhile, their family cat had been slinking around the plateau of the hill, doing what cats do, while we were trying to find the beastie. The cat led the girl straight to the base of the tree which turned out to be the newest hiding place for the escapee.
What are the odds that some out-of-towners driving down a ‘no exit’ road would turn their car around in a cul-de-sac at the precise moment an iguana-in-the-wild (almost invisible, camouflaged by green leaves) decided to make a move?
I should have bought a lottery ticket.
Strange things happen in small towns. It’s why I enjoy writing about them and the people who live there.
Treasure Hunting in Tidal Pools
A Visit to the Pet Supply Store
An Educational Trip to Toronto
Beachcombing in Bayfield
Engaging With the Flora and Fauna
Iguana Sighting in the Wild