Just came across this picture of me feeding scraps of raw chicken to a crocodile in Mexico with the help of a very long stick.
My wife and I were standing at the end of a rickety old dock by a lake in Quinata Roo, Mexico. We saw an old Mayan lady who was advertising the chance to feed the crocodiles. And we were taking a chance.
As we walked to the end of the shifting, creaking pile of sticks held together with rusted nails and bailing wire a pair of very large crocodiles swam towards as.
The woman skewered a piece of raw chicken onto the end of her pole and handed it to me. My wife got a great picture of the closest croc eating but not of me holding the stick. You’ll just have to take my word that the crocodiles were about 5 to 6 feet or longer.
As an afficianado of ‘When Animals Attack’ stories I had learned that Crocodiles can launch themselves out of the water 2/3rds of their body length. I also knew that the concept of delayed gratification was probably foreign to these prehistoric beasties. So why was I trusting this giant carnivore to choose a guaranteed supply of chicken nuggets in the future over 200 pounds of grade A american beef right then? I guess he had a clever look to him.
After we thanked the lady we turned to walk back to the shore. Behind us I saw another large crocodile that had been sitting in our blindspot the entire time. Clever girl…