Today is Iguana Awareness Day. Iguanas are aggressive reptiles that bite and lash with their strong tails. They’re evidently very cute as babies (what isn’t cute as a baby?) but then they grow to be six feet long. Which made me think of all the other things that I’ve brought home because they were cute/beautiful/desirable in some way and that then metaphorically grew to be six feet long and not desirable. Like the book I’m working on which was supposed to be a simple story about a small town girl who fell for the Devil and is now Game of Thrones in New Jersey. Or the storage benches I bought to store my yarn before I remembered I don’t have any place to put storage benches (two are at my front door right now). Or possibly my ex-husband. I do not count the amazingly cute dogs I rescued because they did not grow to be six feet long and are still cute, but I think my yarn stash counts. Now that I’m aware of it, I’m calling it my Yarn Iguana. Perhaps you also have a situation at your house that you were not aware was an iguana, something you liked that you brought home and now are looking at with hopeless horror as it takes up way too much space and metaphorically bites you on the butt. I understand some children are like that.