Many of you know the story about my foster baby found in a tree, Fulton. Well, this past weekend, I drove up to New Jersey to set up his enclosure in the home of his new owner, Tim. Tim is a great guy. We got there at around 8pm and left around eleven pm. When it was time to go, I was getting kind of sad, and he said, "Don't think of it as goodbye, just think of it as a really long sleepover! You can come by anytime you're in Jersey." I couldn't ask for anything more. Fulton, on the other hand, did not mind his new surroundings at all, and settled right in and ate a whole handful of greens, then lay basking on his perch, eyelids half closed and arms thrown back along his sides. I felt quite unmissed. 
Besides Tim, there were two other good applicants for Fulton, which makes me feel good about directing people to greeniguanasociety.org or scalesandtails.org to adopt or place iguanas for adoption. There are good, dedicated people who want to adopt iguanas, and great people who screen applications and non-judgementally advise you at every step of adoption.
I miss Fulton a lot already. Monday night, I kept waking up at night because the light in the other room was on, and I kept going to turn it off, because it would keep Fulton awake: but he wasn't there anymore. 
But this is surely a happy end to this tale, for Bud, too, and hopefully a bit of welcome good news for a forum where bad news abounds sometimes. I hope this is the end of Fulton's troubles, although he can always come back if it is not:
"My ladies have promised that I shall never be sold,
and so I have nothing to fear. And here my story ends.
My troubles are over and I am at home.....standing with my friends under the apple trees." -Black Beauty
