Three dollars and some change

The lost boa constrictor post reminds me of the time in grad school when I got up in the morning, opened the shades in the window of my semi-underground apartment (the window was at pavement level of the parking lot) and discovered a 4+ foot long iguana staring back at me.

It was one of the first warm days of spring, his owners down the block had opened up the windows, and he had pushed out a screen and made a break for freedom.

We got him cornered with a trash can just as his owners were out looking for him. My snake-phobic self would far, far rather deal with something like that again instead of a boa constrictor.