This is partly what helped me not be too sad that Fulton was going to a new home. Ho. Lee. Cow. This boy was BIG! His name was Harley, and scales that I can barely see on my two-year-old ig were as big as a thumbnail on this fella. And the POOP! All I can say is, they tell you igs get big, but you don't really understand HOW big until you see an old iguana up close.

He had all of his original tail, too, and was as sweet as can be.