Today started out on kind of a bummer when I read that an 88-year-old man with dementia and only two teeth was reported missing after wandering away from St. David's hospital. Poor toothless, lost, confused old man! What if he wandered into the street and got run over by a bus or something? It made me sad to think of it.
Then my sister called. In a weird, wavery voice that indicated she was either going to burst into tears or a prolonged giggle fit, she told me she was in the process of making lost iguana signs. Apparently her boyfriend's iguana, Zerd, had escaped out their back door last night. They didn't think they had much hope of finding it, but they figured it couldn't hurt to put signs up.
Lost iguana sign:
Zerd:
I asked my sister if she had put a notice up or looked on Craigslist, and she said that seemed like a longshot. I checked the lost-and-found section just in case, and, sure as shit, there was a post from someone who'd found an iguana in my sister's part of town last night. After calling to verify that it was indeed Zerd and not, say, some other random lost iguana (poor Chingy!), it was determined that Jill's boyfriend and his iguana will be reunited as soon as the finder gets home from work tonight.
Then, right after I'd finished laughing my ass off over all the iguana drama, I refreshed the Statesman website and learned that the old man had been found unharmed late this morning. So ever since then, today has been pure magic.