Hubs tells me this morning that he found Spike, our nearly 4 foot long green iguana, on a box in the basement.
"Yes, he escaped."
That he did. Somehow he managed to rip through the pet mesh screen and escape. Never mind that he's been in that same cage for 10 years and never carried out this escape plan before. Funny thing is that the basement is so turned upside down from the floor replacement project that he didn't know what to do once he reached the outer world.
This is my second post for the day. Read on if you want to hear about hormonalness and the moon.