Actually, my iguana hated me. His name was axel. It was a name given to the iguana by a friend of my brothers who named it after me as I had really long blonde rocker style hair. The other reason the name was so perfect for the iguana is because he was such a moody little bastard, just like Axel Rose.
At least he was cool looking when he sat in my banana tree. He'd actually change his color slightly to better blend in with my houseplants. I didn't know iguanas could change color until I saw that little pain in the arse do it.
Actually I sold him to a buddy of mine, along with his habitat. He escaped and was last seen in a large tree outside my buddies apartment.
The funny thing is, one of his neighbors (a little old lady) called the landlord, terrified, and reported that there was a dinosaur roaming around outside her window, lmao.