I ate iguana three times in two days.

It tastes like gamey chicken.

If this were Twitter, that would be the end of the post and the rest would be left for your imagination.

The fathers of the 2 families across the road/path from me are brothers and best friends. A few days ago the brothers told me that they were going to walk down to the mangrove Pacific Coast (10 miles? 14?) to hunt crabs, and then take some back here to sell. I lent one of them a dollar to buy batteries for his flashlight, figuring he would pay be back in crabs.

Thirty-six hours later, the men returned without crabs. I asked one of them why. He said that he forgot to bring a machete. Oh.

One would think that means it was a failed mission. But no, they had a great time climbing trees and hunting iguanas. Each brother brought back two live tied-up 2 ½ foot long iguanas and proceeded to invite me to eat with them for the next 3 meals. Luckily, it’s tasty. I considered taking a picture of the iguana, but I didn’t want PETA to get mad at my blog.

(written a few weeks ago)