Okay, so it's buggy. My legs are pockmarked from weeks of mosquito bites. (No, I don't like pesticides and cannot stand putting them on my skin. And my citronella oil does not seem to be very effective.) Am I a weirdo for thinking that this is a small price to pay for fireflies at night?
In the Big Town -- as we've been calling our former home base (a small but growing fishing village/winter hangout for norteamericanos) -- they spray the canals and swampy areas to eliminate mozzies, but here, the mangrove swamp is a protected habitat for crocs and herons and bright red tree crabs.
These crocs look like something out of Jurassic Park.
Sometimes they break through the chainlink fence and come out onto the beach.
|Never underestimate the speed at which a croc can move!|
|Pet owners, beware!|
And when they are feeling particularly aggressive, they make the most amazing sound.
"I thought there was a weedwacker being used somewhere!" I marveled.
"What do you expect? I've only lived in cities until a few years ago!"
Well, for all you other City Folk, let me present our Croc Video. Shot by Big Dog and quickly slapped together by moi. Be sure you have the volume turned up.
Labels: Mexico, nature