I adopted Cole out to a lady and took the crazy aggressive iguana she had rescued and couldn't handle. I figured I could slowly work with the little iggy and help him to be more tame. He was in a temporary 40 gallon tank downstairs until last Saturday when Fido went to his new home.
Then he got put in a 55 gallon tank in my craft room.
Ramsey still pretty much hates me. When I look at him, he appears to be plotting to kill me in my sleep. See?
Don't worry-- I think I'll be able to tame him down eventually. Maybe by Christmas he'll stop whipping his stumpy tail into the glass when I walk by. Maybe.
P.S.
We named him Ramses after this guy from Nacho Libre (one of our favorite movies!):
