Somehow a little iguana got into our livingroom this morning.  The iguana was about the size of a chipmunk or parakeet.  Gully managed to pounce on it and remove it’s tail, leaving that trophy in the middle of the livingroom.  We thought that the little guy got away, but then Maria called from outside “Senora! Gully!  Comer!  Iguanito!”

The girls and I ran out and witnessed Gully enjoying the iguanas extremities.  Yuck.

Hubby is now extremely jealous that Gully got to taste iguana before he did.

For those of you keeping score at home, our family is now responsible for the deaths of 1 hamster and 1 iguana.  Three turtles have diasppeared under mysterious circumstances but no cadavers have been found.