A quick, but delightful entry on the list of reasons why this pulpy peninsula should be pushed into the sea. From the Miami Herald:
Roving iguanas concern activists: A Broward-based animal rights group asked Palm Beach County officials to urge the state to take steps to control iguanas.
Apparently Flassholes like to buy them “on impulse”, and then when they get all scary and lizard-y, they dump them, at which point they take over suburban backyards, swimming and sunning themselves next to the pool, like a bunch of reptilian Jimmy Buffetts, minus the good vibes, great weed and horrible, horrible music.
(Favorite part of the article: where the golfing Commissioner had to contend with 25 giant lizards balefully watching him on the fairway. Hunter S. is happy somewhere.)
