There Will Be Snakes

First time in the water today, treading water and chatting with Jacinta at Carrazillio.

Chelsea: Blah blah blah. Blah? Blahhhhh.

Jacinta: There's a snake coming towards us. We should get out of the water.

Chelsea: Blah?! Blah??? Blah!!!!

Chelsea: ::swims vigorously towards the shore::

Chelsea: ::turns around and makes sure Jacinta has not been consumed by snake::

Chelsea: ::reaches shore, stares in horror at snake still coming towards us with head raised::

Snake: (telepathically) I'm a sssssnake!

Jacinta: ::laughs:: Well, you've got a story now. Welcome back to Mexico.

We asked a local woman on the beach if it was dangerous. She comfortingly said "Si, muy peligroso..."

The locals ran out of the shops to see the sea snake roving through the water. Because I'm evil, I asked them to kill it. Because they are sane, they did not. But this man fished it out and offered "un collar nuevo" (a new necklace) to these little ladies. They refused. Kids these days.

On closer examination, we saw it was a tree snake. Poor guy probably fell off a tree and into the water. He simply wanted to use Jacinta and I as a perch to dry out. Which is great because there are several varieties of fatal sea snakes around and I was not about to meet one on my first day back. Maybe second, but certainly not first. Regardless, they set him free and he was on his way, surely relieved that the locals did not listen to that evil, murderous woman who he just wanted to use for a resting place anyway, gosh.

"Release me."

Outside of the Huatulco airport there was this sign:

Which is brilliant and everything but in Paradise there won't be snakes in the water. Or there will be, but they will announce themselves and their intentions clearly from afar. Actually, if we have talking snakes in Paradise, we might be in trouble.

Snake: Ooooh, I'm a ssssnake!