I once thought that my Alligator Lizard confrontation was the most harrowing thing to happen but no so, my friends.  My housekeeper came to work this morning with her camera-phone.  “Guess what was in my front yard yesterday?” she said. “An iguana.” Of course I assumed she meant a lizard that LOOKED like an iguana, after all my lizard looked like a rattlesnake to me. Then she produced evidence (I couldn’t take the photo off her phone) but this was definitely an iguana – a big one.  The neighbor told her he saw one in her palm tree the day before but then he drinks a lot, so she wasn’t sure.  Then yesterday she was gardening and “HELLO!”  There it was.  She said she almost fell over. “Corri y grite,” she said. She ran and screamed. Anyway, her cousin came over and took it away. Her iguana trumps my lizard for sure.  What’s next?  A bear?  Oh right, there are bears going into local trash cans.  Coyotes?  Been there.  Bobcat? Done that. Mountain lion? Just down the street. Yes, Beverly Hills is paradise.