I have a very sad, but endearing story to share tonight. The only creatures that may have it tougher than stray dogs and cats in Puerto Rico, are Iguanas.
Absolute carnage day in and day our for Iguanas in Puerto Rico They’re attracted to the heat, and stay close to the streets where it’s hottest.
Today on my walk back from a lunch break haircut, two Iguanas attempted to cross the street on a very busy boulevard. At the midway point across, one of them was instantly killed by a car.
The surviving iguana put it’s arm around the deceased one, and wouldn’t flee the scene. Yes, the iguana was hugging and supporting the one that died. I saw it with my own eyes. The surviving iguana was prepared to die right then and there. Total loyalty.
I stopped traffic and attempted to distract the iguana back to the sidewalk. The Iguana refused to abandon the deceased. A pedestrian said to me, “this is how you to do it”, and picked up the dead one by his tail, and brought it over to the sidewalk. The living iguana immediately followed.
Conclusion: Love is the Universal Language. All species speak it.
Sincerely, Scott Smith, Patrick’s Father.