In my 20’s my girlfriend at the time had a south american friend that had a weird situation:
“My neighbor moved and asked us to look after his Iguana while it happened. He was supposed to be back in a month but it’s now been 6 and we have no way to find him. I need to find a home for this thing or my Father will kill and eat it.”
And that’s how I ended up adopting a 4 foot lizard with razor claws and no interest in people.
I have no idea how old he was when I got him and how old he was when he passed away BUT he had a solid and loving 4 years with me and was always a bastard about eating his fucking salad!
That was what I had to do. I got 4’x4’ melamine boards and made up a 4x4 box that was fully watertight after caulking. Having no money or space but not letting this guy get eaten I lost 1/3 of my bedroom for those 4 years with my Banded Tiger Salamander’s tank now on top of the Iguana pen.
It’s like a vacuum chamber with gloves glued in for workability. Like 2x2x4. I didn’t want to guess what they were doing with it is just saw it at the side of the road and went “terrarium.”
I wanted to build one of those things when started growing mushrooms years ago to keep everything sterile. Worked also without so yeah… I did not built one lol
I was snorkeling in Malpais Costa Rica and found a beautiful big shell, so like an idiot I grabbed it. Got back to the hotel and showed it to the locals managing it and they told me they were great to eat. I didn’t even realize it was occupied. So she cooked it and I ate it…and they were right.
