The Life of Karl, the Iguana

I was fortunate enough to temporarily escape from my dwelling into the outside world yesterday.  In my adventures, I happened upon a mystical box that appeared to be full of life.  It frightened me a little, but I found myself strangely attracted to the thing.  It turned out to be quite warm to the touch and made a considerable amount of noise.  The racket was too much for this close proximity, so I wandered back a ways.

The box remained sessile, although it appeared to house many small entites, much like the bringer of the food.  They moved around and interacted with other animals, also small in size.  I found myself fixated with the box and lingered a while to examine its contents.  It was entertaining to gaze upon until a phantom black door closed over the front of the small entity house, rendering its inhabitants invisible to my sight.   The box amused me no more and I went to find food.

And now, back to my freshly prepared lettuce.

I just recieved terrible news this morning.  A very dear friend of mine passed away last week after battling with serious tail trauma.

Bob was a stunningly attractive male iguana who had nothing but kindness for all that he encountered.  He spent much of his life traveling, as did I, living in Arizona and parts of Northern California.  He spent his years living with a wonderful couple of bipedal entities that  generously provided him with food, shelter, and a lovely basking area.

While we never met face to face, I have fond memories of  instant messaging with Bob and racking up large phone bills when my own bipedal food provider was out of sight.  He was a very charming male (I would say he charmed the pants off me, but I wear no such garments).  Alas, Bob will be sorely missed.  Rest in peace, my friend.