Iguanas -- that rang a bell. Once while visiting my Dad in Ft. Lauderdale, DH plus the kids disappeared. I asked where they were and they had gone down the street and came back with an iguana. We took him back to Illinois in an ice chest and the kids named him Igor. He lived with us for several years until he died. Years later I found out that Igor belonged to someone living down the street and he had gotten out of his cage. I felt guilty that we had captured someone's pet but our kids were always bringing something home with them. We had lots of strange pets, but my favorite was Ghandi, our Indian Hill mynah. We got him legitimately but they are now banned in the US. I taught him to speak.....he was better than a parrot.
