Richard Burton mocks us in song.
"A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot."
Of course, Camelot was not located on the Mexico Pacific coast.
It is about midnight and the temperature in the bedroom is the first two digits of an emergency call in The States.
Now, some of my colleagues in the Yucatan will probably point out that 91 is a cold snap for them in July.
For Steve and the Professor this is hot.
And other life must find it hot, as well.
I had dried out the tarps that were once under the swimming pool (another post to come). A few mornings back, I decided to fold up the tarp after it was dry. It had remained undisturbed for a few days.
One thing I have learned in the tropics is that turning over anything can reveal some of the most interesting surprises -- from the tame (cockroaches and land crabs) to the more problematic (venomous centipedes and scorpions). At least, there have been no jumping vermin (other than that odd hopping spider) -- yet.
I slowly turned over the tarp. Several usual suspects scurried away, leaving behind something new: today's photograph post.
At first, I thought it was a tortoise. But as I look back on it, I think it may have been a turtle. About the size of my hand. But it was shy enough that I could not see its head or feet. I took a single photograph with its head partially exposed, but the photograph is so out of focus, I could have been photographing my left foot.
I notified fellow blogger Gary Denness of The Mexile (and tutrle master extraordinaire) that I would be posting a turtle or tortoise photograph. I also noticed that his blog was no longer updating in my blog rol. That is now fixed. If Gary is in your roll, be certain to have his current address posted.
So, folks. I open the floor. With this limited photograph, any idea what this particular creature is -- living in my ever-growing wild kingdom in the back yard?
Ethel Merman is now belting out "We're Having a Heat Wave."
The Professor, the turtle, and I are willing to agree. Richard Burton is full of garbanzos.
"A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot."
Of course, Camelot was not located on the Mexico Pacific coast.
It is about midnight and the temperature in the bedroom is the first two digits of an emergency call in The States.
Now, some of my colleagues in the Yucatan will probably point out that 91 is a cold snap for them in July.
For Steve and the Professor this is hot.
And other life must find it hot, as well.
I had dried out the tarps that were once under the swimming pool (another post to come). A few mornings back, I decided to fold up the tarp after it was dry. It had remained undisturbed for a few days.
One thing I have learned in the tropics is that turning over anything can reveal some of the most interesting surprises -- from the tame (cockroaches and land crabs) to the more problematic (venomous centipedes and scorpions). At least, there have been no jumping vermin (other than that odd hopping spider) -- yet.
I slowly turned over the tarp. Several usual suspects scurried away, leaving behind something new: today's photograph post.
At first, I thought it was a tortoise. But as I look back on it, I think it may have been a turtle. About the size of my hand. But it was shy enough that I could not see its head or feet. I took a single photograph with its head partially exposed, but the photograph is so out of focus, I could have been photographing my left foot.
I notified fellow blogger Gary Denness of The Mexile (and tutrle master extraordinaire) that I would be posting a turtle or tortoise photograph. I also noticed that his blog was no longer updating in my blog rol. That is now fixed. If Gary is in your roll, be certain to have his current address posted.
So, folks. I open the floor. With this limited photograph, any idea what this particular creature is -- living in my ever-growing wild kingdom in the back yard?
Ethel Merman is now belting out "We're Having a Heat Wave."
The Professor, the turtle, and I are willing to agree. Richard Burton is full of garbanzos.
