At the end of our lane, there is an overgrown, vacant lot. It's quite thick with various foliage, and hemmed in by a chain-link fence. During our dozens of trips to and from "town" each day, I don't actually give it much thought. At night, however, it cannot be ignored. Things live in there. Things that are big and move quickly. Things that cause branches to bend and snap.
Last night, we saw a medium-sized crab maneuvering his way through the fence in to the jungle abyss. Startled by us, he tried to hustle through head first, but his long (and delicious, I'm sure) legs got caught in the metal of the fence. This necessitated that he turn around and back in, pulling his legs behind him before he could scuttle in to the tangle. At the same time, something larger was moving the leaves near to the ground, leaving us to assume that the crab was the Belizian version of a home-delivered meal.
The irrational part of my brain has effectively convinced the rest of me that what lives in there moving all the trees without being seen is a snake the size of an anaconda. Maybe it IS an anaconda - are they indigenous to Belize? I don't think so, but I'm not sure. Could they travel here as a stowaway on a boat from an Amazonian location? Why not? I am intriuged, but terrified at the same time, so I continue to peer in to the dark thicket when we walk by. Much in the same way that, when I hear a noise in the house at night, I'm compelled to get up and investigate instead of closing & locking the bedroom door. Knowing is better, even if your worst fear is about to come true, no? Besides, I just have to get ahead of Andrew to be safe.
You are brave, I am definitely not a looker. If I can't see it then it doesn't exist. Although I am a believer of getting ahead of your significant other to be safe :).
ReplyDeleteYep - you don't have to be fastest, you just have to be faster than one person! :)
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