Have your ever heard how Leguan got its name? I heard it is because the Island was the home of the iguanas in Guyana and thus it was given the name. I know when I was growing up in Phoenix iguanas were plentiful. That was our green chicken. Hunting iguanas was like a rite of passage for boys especially black boys. Catching and bringing home the iguana was the mark of a warrior hunter unlike the boys of the Maasai tribe who have to kill a tiger to gain the title of warrior and elevate to manhood, for our boys it was the iguana (lol).
The iguana is one of the sweetest meat I have tasted and the iguana eggs are to die for. I loved the eggs most of all. Sometimes quite accidentally while we kids were playing on the sand bank behind our yard, we would encounter iguana eggs buried in the sand. Iguanas are found mostly in trees and they are like chameleon, they change their skin to disguise themselves in the bush, but they can’t fool a good hunting dog. The boys usually go hunting with their dogs. If the boys caught two or three big Iguana that’s enough to feed the village. We had iguana nites that brought communities together – black and east Indian families in Phoenix would make big curries and neighbours will come over for a taste of the meat or take home a litte, it was the thing people did. Iguana meat was special and to be shared for some reason. Like everything else the poor animals were over hunted and I do not think there are many iguanas left in Leguan these days. Who would like a revitalization project to get iguanas back to the Island? I think that would be a good thing. These days people in Florida are having iguanas as pets. As soon as that becomes popular then it will spell the end of this delicacy as food because who wants to eat a pet?