Good Old Uncle Ben

My friend Marilyn took some pictures of the Iguana Tree when she was in Mexico and lo and behold I recognized old Uncle Ben. A big fat devil of a guy isn’t he? He and his cronies (there is about a dozen of them) that just lounge around in tree branches, snack on the foliage and watch the tourists. They don’t have the travel bug I have and you certainly won’t see them behind the wheel of any little red car. It must be dull just staying where you belong. Anyway, old uncle looked pretty good – thanks Marilyn.