We came upon a sun spider with two independently moving vertical mandibles that could shred a cricket or black widow with an undaunted fury. We watched a raven pick at something on the ground and do the mullet hop. He cocked his head and twisted one eye towards us. His face revealed our thoughts. We were subjects of his amusement.
Ravens are smarter than a dog, they say.
We walked along the beach while the jeep took a rest in the sand along some God-forsaken stretch of the cobble road between Gonzaga and Puertocitos. I guess the Jeep just had to see if it still had its stuff. We nibbled bits of green-brown algae, crunch in texture and salty in taste. By our estimation, a person could live for years on the stuff. Except for their segmented bodies, they were near-exact duplicates of their kitchen counterparts in every way.