[Warning: you may not want to look at my second and third photos.]
You know how sometimes you feel very comfortable being close to another animal, for example with llamas or alpacas, like these.
Other times, though, you really want to see another animal — let’s say a very deadly snake — but you don’t want a close encounter with it, right?
What is good is when you get to make the choice for yourself. You chose what kind of encounter to have, right? Close or distant, depending on how you feel about the animal beside you or that you want to observe. You could say that I’m a pro-choice kind of plastic Jurassic. I like to make my own choices about these encounters with others in the animal world.
Maybe you’re like me, so pity poor Papa. Why? Well, when we were here in Peru, he had a very close encounter with an animal. That animal didn’t even give him a choice of how close the encounter would be. In fact, he didn’t even know about his close encounter at the time … not until a few weeks later. That’s when, as a result of the unknown encounter, well, you’ll see what I mean … just look at this photo that Nona and I took of Papa’s ankle:
I didn’t want to get too close, but I had to get close to see that little thing wiggling out of Papa’s skin.
Guess what? That little wiggly thing was alive, and it wasn’t Papa’s skin that was wiggling either. No, we found out that, because this thing was coming out of Papa’s ankle now, that meant that some weeks ago an insect, called a “bot fly,” had bitten Papa and laid eggs inside Papa’s skin. That would have happened a few weeks ago when we were in the jungle of the Amazon Basin area of Peru, a region called Manu. Remember, I wrote you before about that trip?
Oh, yuck, those eggs were in there all that time! Yes, not just “egg” but “eggs,” plural (that means “more than one.”) So, a few more maggots came out later. Poor Papa. Fortunately, the eggs weren’t heavy and the maggots are so very tiny that they didn’t eat much of him, and, “best” of all, they came out of his ankle. They didn’t decide to stay there.
So Papa’s ok now, although he does spend a lot of time checking his ankles for bot flies now. Nona keeps saying, “For Pete’s sake, Papa, stop swatting at your ankles. We’re not in the jungle anymore.”
Of course, not all close encounters are bad. Some can be very good, if you have them by choice. For example, I’m looking forward to a close encounter with you this December. Bye!
I’m your friend.
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- You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
- You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”