So last night I held Grass as I watched tv, trying to work on his shed. He's been in a nasty mood lately and definitely was not happy being restrained in my lap. Finally after about twenty minutes I decided I was tired of being scratched, so I let him go.
The little dickens makes a complete circuit of the bed, stops right smack on my side near my pillow, and lets out an ENORMOUS stream of iguana pee!
Revenge? My husband says no way, but I swear I saw a devious glint in his eyes...





