How bizarre is my wife?

Let me tell you a story...

Last Friday morning as we were pulling into the small town of Harvard, on the Wisconsin/Illinois border, where we were to board a train for Chicago, we saw an interesting handmade sign posted on the wall of the Shell station. It said something to the effect of: "Lost Iguana". Looking around at all the corn fields this town boasted of, not to mention the Holstein cow panted on the side of the diminutive Harvard water tower, I couldnt' help but find it odd that such a town would be a Mecca for exotic animals.

Anyway, I soon put this out of my mind, and we boarded the train. We spent a wonderful day in Chicago and returned to Harvard late in the evening. Getting off of a train at a station that could easily have been in a Currier and Ives print, in a town that was hundred of miles away from the place I've called home all my life, and in the middle of absolute nowhere, certainly felt strange. As these thoughts were going through my mind, as we were driving away from the station, I turned to Krista and said, "This all feels so surrealisic." When all of a sudden, Krista starts ponting and screaming: "There it is! There's the iguana." Not seeing anything myself, but two or three of the local youths, looking down at the sidewalk, I pacified Krista by saying that it must be that the reptile's owner found him. Krista wasn't totally convinced at this point, and was sure to press her face against the side car window as we passed the Shell station, just to see if the "Lost Iguana" sign was still up.
Days passed and I had just about forgotten about all of his, when my shower was interrupted this morning by my hysterical spouse purporting to have seen on the news a young boy being interviewed by the media who had lost his pet Iguana--and sure enough-- he lived in Harvard. Krista had written down the boy's name, so she called directory assistance and asked for the number. There was only one listing in the town of Harvard for the last name she had, so she figured she had the right one. However, when she dialed the number, every time that she mentioned the Iguana part, the other party hung up on her. For the first few tries, Krista thought that maybe something was wrong with their phone, but then came to realize that maybe she really wasn't talking to the bereaved lizard lover.
Not giving up so easily, she then called the TV station--she actually talked to the anchorman-- and was able to ascertain the correct number. When the boy's father answered, in addition to realizing that the previous phone number had indeed been erroneous, she told him that she had witnesed a juvenile Harvard delinquent, walking around late at night by the train station last Friday with-- AN IGUANA!! Completely bursting Krista's bubble; however, the man told her hat they have aleady received several tips about this, and, it just so happens that some guy by the station in Harvard owns five or six iguanas that he frequently likes to exercise--and that they are indeed not the legitimate lost reptile.
Thus ends my tale. Is Krista weird or what?