Recently (out of the blue) I have had childhood memories being unleashed by my subconscious and I have no idea why. There is this story I had completely forgotten all about and for some reason it came back to me a couple of weeks ago. Perhaps my subconscious really wants to entertain you, dear readers, because you could say that it is somehow a very ‘particular’ story.
You know how young kids sometimes get into arguments with each other over toys, candies or other kids day-to-day things. Well, today’s story will tell you how “your writer” once ended up getting into an argument with her cousin over an alligator’s egg.
Not a toy alligator’s egg, no! But a real alligator’s egg! And so, here you go:
The thing is that when I was around 11 years old our family took us down to a beach called “Monterrico”, which is situated in the south of Guatemala facing the Pacific Ocean.
One of those days they decided to take us to a “tortugario”, which is basically a place where they keep turtles, lizards and… alligators! One thing led to another and my cousin and I (the ‘earthquake-duo’ of the family) decided that it would be absolutely cool if we could have an alligator as a pet! Thus, this became our little secret and goal of the trip.
The cages where the animals were placed were not really cages; they were like tanks in quite a bad condition which you could actually climb and jump relatively easily. So, the plan was that my cousin would get into the tank, grab an egg (…it was good that we had the idea of grabbing ‘an egg’, rather than an actual alligator!), while I was going to stay over the tank ‘watching his back’ and then help him come out of it… with the egg on hand of course.
(I looked up on the internet for pictures of the place, and this is how it looked. Still remember that greenish wall!)
And so, we did it!
The plan was executed to perfection (…it was very ‘hospitable’ and nice of the alligators not to eat my cousin) and we had our new member of the family: A little unhatched alligator egg! That was exactly when the argument arised: My cousin wanted the alligator to live in his house, and I wanted the alligator to live in my house (both absolutely unaware of the stupidest thing we had just done! Haha…)!
Again, one thing led to another, and the next thing you knew: My aunt and mother had ‘hatched’ our little secret! You can imagine what followed… Though I think to both, my cousin and I, that expression of: “I WILL LOCK YOU DOWN FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS!” on our mothers’ faces was not that ‘unfamiliar’.
The egg was of course returned to the “tortugario” people, and unfortunately it was probably not the best news for the baby alligator; as then my dearest 1/3rd biologist mother gave us the lecture on why eggs are not supposed to be moved from the position they are laid by their mothers, otherwise the successful hatching probabilities decrease.
So, we maybe turned the little reptile into a scramble alligator egg (sorry my friend)! What a disaster… this type of things tend to happen when you are a kid I guess.
Moving on from the Alligator Agitator story: The reason why I write today is because I have just noticed that unexpectedly the blog’s views have increased throughout the past three weeks (thank you very much for reading!), so I though I should let you know dear readers, that the blog will be ‘temporarily (…of course) out of service’ for the next 3 to 4 weeks; as your writer will be ‘under repair’ during this time (something to do with my ‘BM double-foot’ which have been on strike for too long) and I doubt nothing interesting worthy of writing will happen.
So, I will be writing when school at Fontys starts or is about to start, hope you enjoyed the crazy story! Keep away from alligators and crocodiles, or any other kinds of perfect predators and enjoy the holidays!
(…just‘chillax’, like the cat!)
Hasta la próxima + Peace out!
your writer,
Maria
