The real
question, he goes on to say, is what they eat. The answer, most people say, is
that they are herbivores. Great—let them eat grass.
But
wait—they have been seen to eat eggs.
Presumably
scrambled, though not cooked.
So now the
question vexing scientific minds is how often? So guess what they did!
Trapped 'em and
cut into their stomach!
Guys!
Look, what
did the iguana ever do to you?
I think of
the story I read, once, of two African safari expeditions encountering each other.
They’re both observing the giraffes, but in rather different ways. The
Americans are getting as close as they dare, and snapping away with cameras.
The British expedition is drinking tea and observing them from a distance. The
British leader of the expedition can contain himself no longer.
“It’s so
bloody disrespectful to the animals!”
Good point.
Well, the
news is that with one exception the gastrointestinal content of eviscerated
iguanas contain only plant matter.
The
exception?
Lapas.
Hunh?
OK, another
word I don’t know. Turns out that lapas are limpets.
Hunh
again….
And
limpets, it turns out, are mollusks which stick tenaciously to ships.
Oh!
Well, there
is something fishy (hope you didn’t notice that) here. Are there limpets in
Puerto Rico? Or is this one more case of a Spanish word that means various things, depending on region? (One local hotel is named La Concha—the conch. But Venezuelans, when they
spot it, go into gales of laughter, and the men take salacious pictures of
themselves in front of the sign. In Caracas, the conch is the nether region of
ladies….)
Wasn’t I
speaking of iguanas?
Right. Well, I looked it up—the iguanas, I
mean. And it turns out I had it all wrong! I had written that there are two
species of iguanas, the greater and the lesser. Now I find that there
are many more species of iguanas, including our very own Mona Island Iguana,
which inhabits, very properly, Mona Island, midway between Puerto Rico and the
Dominican Republic.
I’ll save you the trouble of looking it up….
Wow! An iguana
wearing camouflage! Often called the rhinoceros iguana, because of the bump on
its nose. Here, you see it better.
Well, this iguana bears the name Cyclura cornuta stejnegeri.
Stejnegeri?
Well, one
of the nice things about NOT using the computer to cruise Internet porn sites
is that you have time to look things up. So who was Stejneger?
A
Norwegian! Born in Bergen, emigrated to the states, worked in New York, and
came to Puerto Rico. Discovered the Cyclura cornuta and stuck it in his book,
the classic Herpetology of Porto Rico.
Yup, that’s
Porto Rico. The gringos changed our name when they invaded us.
So of
course I had to read about Stejneger. But really, what stuck with me most was
not the biography but the image. Here he is….
Looking at
it, one imagines him dressed just as above on the searingly hot island of Mona.
And would he be trapping the Cyclura cornuta? And cutting into their stomachs?
No way!
It’s so bloody disrespectful….
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