thrill in the grass

I usually do not post twice in one day.  But I thought this little tale may be worth breaking that rule.

Tomorrow is my flight for New Orleans.  I should be packing.  But I keep coming up with excuses to keep me from filling my suit case.  (I will let you come up with your own pop psychology on that one.)

A few minutes ago, I decided to do my nightly leaf cutter ant patrol.  We have had a few invasions from the walkway around the laguna, so out I went and discovered a huge line.  While setting out the poison, I noticed the large crocodile was back in the pond.  It has been awhile since I have seen him.

But I needed to get back to the house.  I was following the ant trail next to the curb, when I came within inches of -- the small crocodile.

I trotted into the house to get my camera and took this photograph from a more respectful distance.  There are only so many things I will do for you, dear readers.
 

She was up on the bank.  For who knows what purpose.  Getting away from the big crocodile?  Laying eggs?  Hunting for unwary humans?

What I do know is that I walked past her twice within easy snapping distance.  With no response.

Ever since I saw her on the walkway in the daylight (harvey the croc), I have been a bit wary of walking around at night.  I guess I need to be a bit more wary.

Especially since I will soon be in Louisiana alligator country.