Rease warned me that Padfoot loves to chase iguanas. I just didn’t expect to have to deal with an iguana situation my first day alone. Luckily, it was nothing compared to iguanapocalypse (seriously, the photos in Rease’s post are terrifying), but it was a bit unsettling and brought out the girly-girl in me.
Adventures in Dog Sitting
I heard a commotion outside. Padfoot’s barking sounded angrier than usual, so I ran out of the house to make sure everything was okay.
Padfoot was okay. This little guy, not so much.
I have no idea how this poor iguana’s tail got cut into two pieces. But this was the scene I was dealing with. Of course the first thing I did after putting Padfoot back in the house was take a photo and text it to Rease.
Then I put on some rubber gloves and got a plastic bag.
That’s when I learned that iguanas can live without their tail and with a lot of blood loss. I got a little girly and had to go back in the house for an hour or so hoping the thing would die or wander away.
So I had to woman up. I picked the body up and threw him in the neighbor’s yard. I only squealed a little.