The cashier looked at the guy and said, "For $16.99, it's worth a try. I got bit last year and tried to walk it off. I spent three days in the ICU and it took 12 vials of anti-venom at $2000 a vial. Your choice." I looked at the clerk's little finger and it was red and gnarled. And the guy in front was headed back to the aisles on a hunt for Snake-Away.
On the way home, it finally hit me. Why in the hell am I living in a place where Diamondback rattlesnakes can and will crawl into my yard! LOL I think it's time for some more tropical photos and a ticket out of here in snake season.
Dibs on this spot! I have a new sun hat, new swimsuit, and even an unused collapsible beach chair waiting for a date.
Here's Craig trying to thumb a ride back to the island. Watch for him on the beach next trip. He'll be the mysterious man on the beach who looks like he survived a knife fight.
What could be more iconic Mexico than a chihuahua posing with a VW Bug?
Beach traffic jam with beer wagons and the famous Tarzan's jip.
Colorful paddleboards down by Fenix.
The good news is we have a date! No silly, not for Isla. Craig's next surgery has been scheduled. It's supposed to be easy peasy. They'll cut it open and pull out that hook plate in early March!