Flip-flopping down the garden path towards the restaurant—it has only one wall and some glass panels to keep the ocean breeze from carrying away your napkin—I was taking photos and scolding myself for my not-so-secret fear about equator-sized spiders and lizards and fleas when something fell from the branches above, landing just ahead of my big toe with a splat.
A wet, headless rat. Seemingly boneless, organless, as though it had been eaten from the inside out, all that remained was the furry wrapper, tail, and bulbous brain stem still attached to the body by a stringy spinal cord.
Not pictured.
2 comments:
Why was it wet? Was it gutted in the water? I don't understand. Headless and gutless I get. Wet? Not so much.
Because it had been raining earlier, I'd guess. Twas the rainy season.
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