Cineguita, the wild kingdom
One aspect of Mexico that may be hard for some folks to adjust to right away is the extent of its wildlife. Specifically, the bugs, which range in size from just-a-little-ol’-ant to “it came from Cahokia” invasion-size beetles. Then there are the mammals. I’ve already commented about the dogs; but at any given time out here in
Some of the wild life has come to visit us: Lena went swimming one afternoon, only to encounter a small gopher snake. One of the local cats has decided that we put out a decent bowl of chow, and stops by for both desayuno and comida. I’ve also been told there are rats and possums and the like. I felt so good about putting out a bowl of food for a probably-pregnant kitty cat, only to discover that el Raton, and his buddies, and probably getting there first. Oh well.
It’s a Dog Dog Dog Dog World
Dogs are everywhere in Mexico. It just seems to be the way of things. No household yard is complete without its private pooch dozing in the sun. No mercado can be considered well-supplied without its share of the canine population mooching for free hand-outs. Just the other day I had just purchased 2 rostizado (fire-roasted) chickens for the dinner table, only to discover that I would be passing through the plaza with a large, hungry-looking German Shepherd in it….
