Bienvenido, loyal reader. Please join Bruce and Mary as they have, shall we say, a bit of a tropical adventure?
Despite Mary’s known proclivity for feather boas (that’s our good friend Judy with Mary at a party in our Merida casa) we were not prepared for…
Well, after creating quite a stir in the neighborhood, with our snake on a wire, it disappeared during the night to reappear in the exact same spot the next morning. This time we alerted our landlady Teresa who resides one level down and she called Proteccion Civil (322-223-9476) and the bomberos, firemen arrived. This intrepid bombero has just snagged the boa.
This pic gives a true scale to our baby boa.
… bag job. You can tell our hero enjoys giving his assistant a hard time but none of us were prepared for his next stunt.
Whipping this inner-tube around, that he’d spotted lying on our chaise lounge, causing all of us to jump and nearly giving the guy in red a heart attack! Then we all nearly collapsed laughing. That’s a pretty good broma, joke.
Thanks for visiting, gentle reader. Things are getting back to normal for Bruce and Mary as they only check for boas three or four times a day, now. BTW: The inner-tube is filled with sand. Our good friend Di had suggested this as a dam for preventing torrential rains from coming into the house. Great idea, Di, but we’re sorry to report it did not work. We have solved the problem with another solution, however. And on this day, Bruce and Mary would be remiss not to honor El Grito de la Independencia, Viva Mexico!