What is iguana blood good for

My guess would be that around the time your eyes were bulging out of their sockets, they had been forced into a shape that temporarily provided clearer vision. Going where? Going how? Are you saying you have some degenerative vision condition? Have you talked to an optometrist and had your eyes examined? How old are you? I ask because there are some treatments appropriate for some age groups and not others. What have you got to lose? Actually, I suppose some parasite in its blood could kill you, so think about whether you would rather be blind or dead.

As far as where it came from… Well, if your vision is that bad, do you really care? Idle, pointless curiosity is a perfectly acceptable reason to ask a question here. I thought all of this deserved further experimentation so I asked my neighbor for a glass of chicken blood. I can tell you that if a couple of geese catch up to you, your ability to see the gate will become much better in a hurry.

Then I went to the local zoo and asked the director for a pint of iguana blood, describing the expected effects in detail. The policemen who escorted me off the property told me something about never going back, but I never let small setbacks stand in the way of science. There may be a dosage problem here. Until I know exactly how much blood she might have and whether I can extract it in a blender, I have to keep taking her live bugs to eat and she is pretty hungry.

Any help will be appreciated, and please answer before she lays the egg. True believers these days are into drinking snail mucus. What more could I gain from iguana blood besides scaly skin? Rowling Story. Explore Wikis Community Central. Register Don't have an account? Iguana blood. View source.

History Talk 0. We ordered, then waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually, our young and enthusiastic waiter came back to the table, apparently even embarrassed himself at the length of our time in Slow Kitchen Purgatory, and began to make small talk. The offer of a tropical fish fry turned down, our waiter — a native of coastal Mexico — soon launched into reminiscence about one of the delicacies of his homeland: the black iguana.

He was not talking about the green ones that people make pets out of, mind you. No, sir! He made great pains to help us understand that. First, though, you have to cut the head off the beast and hold the body over a glass to catch the blood, which must be immediately drunk while still warm.

Eventually, thank God, our food came. Do we have to explain why the filled to-go containers are still in the fridge? The Observer was sitting in the back room of our little house on Maple Street the other day, the sunny room where we keep the computer, when we heard a tapping.

It was raining outside, one of the damp-wool-overcoat days we seem to have had a lot of recently, in lieu of an actual winter.