Meet my neighbor.
I had heard that there was crocodile near my house. But until this week, I had not spotted him. For all I know, he spotted me long ago. (I say "he" simply because I do not know how to tell the sex of crocodiles, and I am not going to get close enough to tell the difference. I hope.)
My land lady told me that he had a regular sunning spot just outside my garden gate. I had never seen him there.
She also told me that he had another sunning spot a bit further down the malecon.
On one of our rainy days, I decided to see if he was in the other spot. Please note. My land lady clearly stated "sunning" spot, and I start my expedition in the rain. It is a wonder that you folks get to see anything on these pages.
I had just stepped out of my gate when I saw what seemed to be a large shape on the verge of the water hyacinths. I would say it looked like a log, but that would be a cliché. What it looked like was -- a small crocodile.
And it was. Just as I pulled my camera up, it submerged. Apparently, crocodiles have better survival instincts than photographers.
But I was patient. He surfaced, raised his head, and gulped down what I assumed was lunch.
As a result, you get to see what I thought I would not see. A dining crocodile.
For those of you who come visit, we will do our best to reenact the segment.