Funny, a few days ago, there was a story about someone surviving the tsunami by clinging onto a python that was swimming through the flood.
Oh sure.
Croc saved him for later...
What a load of croc.
What a crock
Cricky!
Where was the guy holding onto the Croc?
Could be the croc was enjoyed the groping.
"Get off my back!"
I haven't read the book, but the author of the book Krakatoa said a German in Indonesia back in 1883 surfed or rode a croc to safety during the Tsunami.
Some crocs eat only fish. Eustarine crocs have been known to kill men and cattle. He is lucky.
I dunno, but this sounds like a crock to me.
Krakatoa: The first modern tsunami
By Simon Winchester
Expert on the Krakatoa eruption
It is not the first time that a major seismic event in Indonesia has made front-page news around the world. In the 1880s, close to the epicentre of this Boxing Day's earthquake, huge waves crashed into countries all around the Indian Ocean. It was the eruption of the volcano Krakatoa.
Mount Merapi in Indonesia
Like earthquakes, volcanoes form at weak points in the Earth's crust
A German, the manager of a quarry, wrote his recollections of being swept away.
He was carried off the top of his three-storey office building at the summit of a 30m high hill.
The tsunami that roared in from the sea that Monday morning in 1883 must have been 40m high, at least.
He recalled being carried along on the wave's green unbroken crest, watching the jungle racing below, paralysed with fear.
Then suddenly to his right, he saw, being swept along beside him, an enormous crocodile.
With incredible presence-of-mind he decided the only way to save himself was to leap aboard the crocodile and try to ride to safety on its back.
How he did it is anyone's guess, but he insists he leapt on, dug his thumbs into the creature's eye-sockets to keep himself stable, and surfed on it for 3km.
The loudest sound ever made since mankind was around to note such things
He held on until the wave broke on a distant hill, depositing him and a presumably very irritated croc on the jungle floor.
He ran, survived, and wrote about the story.
[snip]
Talk about a croc...
Crocs, Gators, Snakes, I love it.
I remember when I was living in South Florida, a lady called the Fish & Game Commission to report that there was an alligator in her back yard. They came to pick him up, and determined that the reason the gator came up out of the canal was to get up close and personal with a concrete alligator in the woman's back yard which had been painted in most realistic colors. The officers released the gator back into some swamp, and it returned a week later to the same yard.
The second time, it got a permanent trip to Gatorland up in Kissimmee where he is probably still regaling his fellow reptiles about that 'cold beeotch in South Florida who wouldn't even give me the time o' day!'. :)
No, you can't get friendly with a crocodile.
Don't be taken in by his welcome grin.
He's imagining how well you'd fit within his skin.
Never smile at a crocodile.
Never dip your hat and stop to talk awhile.
Never run, walk away, say good-night, not good-day.
Clear the aisle but never smile at Mister Crocodile.
You may very well be well bred,
Lots of etiquette in your head,
But there's always some special case, time or place
To forget etiquette.
For instance:
Never smile at a crocodile.
No, you can't get friendly with a crocodile.
Don't be taken in by his welcome grin.
He's imagining how well you'd fit within his skin.
Never smile at a crocodile.
Never dip your hat and stop to talk awhile.
Never run, walk away, say good-night, not good-day.
Clear the aisle but never smile at Mister Crocodile.
One should not use the words "stool", "floating" and "log" in the same story....it conjures up nasty images...