T.R. was an upstanding lizard. I remember he would look at me like I was Satan whenever I put the leash on him. Then he would crocodile roll around in the grass like a freak trying to remove it. Never bit me, except that one time I was feeding him and he was REALLY hungry. He has left his mark on me. Quite literally. It looks like I tried to commit suicide because of his claw marks on my wrists. He would only eat for me. When I tried to give him away because Maine weather isn't good for Iguanas, he must have lost five pounds from refusing to eat for the new people. When he came back, he went through an entire bushel of Collard greens in one sitting. I had to hand feed him, though. He still refused to eat unless it came from my hand. The vet, when T.R. had dry gangrene and had to had the tip of his tail amputated, said that T.R. was the friendliest Iguana he had ever worked with. T.R. just sat in his hand and looked at him as he took the tail part off. T.R. was like that. He always looked at you like you were the most interesting being on the planet, and good God I'm crying so I'll stop.