I got bitten by my pet iguana, and my my dad thought that I was going to get rabes. He took me to the emergency room, and we had to wait at least two hours just to see the damn doctor. I told the doctor what happened, but even he didn't know what to do. He was like, "If it gets red and you have a feavor, then come back and see me." I told my dad after we got out of the hospital, "Why would I want to see that dumb ass. I'd rather get bit by the lizard again than be killed by that person."