Biggy Bob's New Home

Starting Friday afternoon and carrying on till Monday afternoon, I have been building a new outdoor cage for my 4 foot iguana, Biggy Bob. I called him Biggy Bob because he was the biggest iguana out of all the young ones they had for sale at the pet store, and a few months after that the cat broke through his cage and ripped him up bad. We rushed him to the vet and he had to have most of his tail snipped off among other things (antibiotics, a shot, and a lot of praying on my part). That was about 6 years ago and he had long outgrown the last cage my mother and I had built him. This one is extended from the side of a shed, and is about 90-100 square feet and about 8 feet high and also encompasses two shrubs for him to climb in and snack on (which he proceeded to do immediately after we put him in there).

Grandmother

I spent the last week in New York City, supposedly looking after my grandmother while my dad was recovering from his own surgery. She never got out of the hospital though and I really wasn't able to do anything but visit her every day for a few minutes, which was something but not nearly what I was hoping to do in coming up. She is a mean old Italian woman that grew up in WWII Italy, and is currently facing her third fight with cancer while suffering from Lue Gerig's disease in her throat and mouth. She is hard of hearing and recently had to have a feeding tube put in. I just wish there was more that I could do, but she can't stand for anyone to even clean her house without her there, yet alone clear out all the weeds that have overgrown her backyard garden. Shes just too stubborn, concrete, and independent... I wonder where I get those traits?