A Scaly Squatter.

Back in the UK, I used to do my housework on a Saturday morning, which really bugged me. What with working all week though, it was the only realistic slot to get the chores completed.

Now, the hateful job has been allocated to Monday mornings. I mean, surely those are the most horrid hours of the week, so why not combine with the vile task of cleaning?

So today, when I began the drudgery, imagine my surprise when I found a poo on our bedroom floor! Yes, a poo! How can that be, we have no pets! Floors swept and mopped, bathrooms cleaned and every conceivable surface dusted, but no sign of any living creature in the house. 

Odd. 

After a few hours, ES called to me, "Mum, there is an iguana in your bedroom". Hmm, yeah right I thought and went off to have a look. Nothing. Nada. Nichts.

However, shortly afterwards, I spotted a little creature hiding behind the curtains, trembling. Yes, ES was right, it was an iguana. Much as I love them, I screamed and jumped on the bed, as if it were a rat. Iguanas in the garden are one thing, but in your bedroom, well that's a bit too much for me! Naturally DH was summoned to rescue me/the iguana much to his annoyance.

Making a bid for freedom!

To be honest, the iguana looked scared s***less, bless. With DH gently coaxing it out of our bedroom with a T-shirt, it scampered along our tiled hallway as fast as it could. Not being able to accommodate the slight angle to exit out of the doorway, it went skidding under the kitchen table and ended slumped by the bin. The poor thing must have detected DH approaching, so it managed a U-turn and went scurrying out of the door, onto the patio and then on towards the garden and freedom ... on two legs!!!

It looked so funny: forearms waving excitedly as it ran as fast as it could on its hind legs.

A bit like Rango. 

We did laugh.

A Few More Creatures found in the Garden.

A Pretty Butterfly.

Another Wasps Nest.

The house iguana playing hide and seek.

A squirrel eating the last of our coconuts.

Is Iguana Wee a Sign of Friendship?

We have some 'pets' here in Costa Rica ... three wild iguanas. They hang about  upon our roof and in our garden. I believe them to be creatures of habit, because just before noon everyday, they shuffle along the roof tiles, sunbathe a while, then muddle along the guttering, to a flowering archway of shrubbery before hiding away somewhere cooler for the afternoon. They usually return to the summit late afternoon and then slink away to who knows where for the night.

Basking in the mid-day sun.

Myself and YS are trying to, well not exactly tame them, but encourage them to be a little less timid (of us at least); we are feeding them bits of banana and watermelon. They scurry away and hide when we hedge towards them with our offerings, but the fruit has always gone when we check later on. In fact, the largest of the three was lounging on the wall early this morning, just watching and waiting; no disappearing off when we walked past. Seems to be that we are making progress right?

Waiting for his morning fruit.

No, it would appear not. 

Just before lunch, while reading in the shade of the aforementioned blossoming bow of flora, I was quite shocked when what appeared to be an invisible elephant pee'd from above! A tsunami of pee in fact! Luckily it landed just behind me, splashing all over the gravel driveway, but boy, did it make me jump. The damned lounge lizard decided to relieve himself, whilst on route to his shady afternoon napping area ... and it happened to be just above where I was sitting!

The Offending Fellow!

I realise that each country, and indeed each species, have their own individual ways and customs; but surely peeing on a patrons head is not the best way of making friends and ensuring some tasty fruit for breakfast.

Or is it???