Liberia, Costa Rica –
There on the log, at the edge of the river, sat the crocodile, mouth open, baring his teeth.
I watched him from mid-stream, staying still, trying not to make any sudden moves.
One thought ran briefly through my mind, would I be croc-food?
The Howler Monkey draped over the tree limb above didn’t seem to care, but seemed more than a willing spectator if things didn’t go my way.
Nonplussed, I slowly began to raise my camera to my eye, take focus, and snap the shutter.
In an instant, the croc was off the log, and up into the brush on the riverbank, not to be seen again.
He blinked first.