"Yeah-hah!" Chris kicked out his legs and took a seat on the bank of the river, while Sylvia decided to hop down and sit beside him.
"See, we wanted to prove to one of our crewmates that crocodiles weren't the big brutes she thought they were, and since we were in Africa around nesting time, we decided the best way to do so was find a mother croc and go personal."
He spread his hands as he told his tale, making gestures with the words, and laughing a bit here and there. It was clearly a good memory, and an excellent adventure.
"We used a piece of tech we have called the miniaturizer, bringing us down to an itty bitty size. With a momma croc on shore we snuck into her nest as she was creating it, and observed it from the inside! It was really fascinating, even if a little claustrophobic." A shrug and a good-natured chuckle.
"'Course, it wasn't without dangers. A monitor lizard attacked at one point and nearly made off with one of the eggs, but Crocodila- what Martin named the mother crocodile -came to the rescue and we put her egg back where it belonged. Martin decided to stay in the nest at this point while I went up top, hanging out with Crocodila."
Bringing the heels of his palms together, he made a 'mouth' and laced his fingers. "Barring an encounter with hippos that almost bit her in half, it was alright! And well... the rain." An eyeroll. "The rain sucked." He laughed though; all in the name of science for a creature adventure. "The best part is, the babies hatched all alright- a nest full of little girls, thanks to the ambient nest temperature -and we convinced our crewmate that crocodiles can be loving and devoted mothers, and aren't at ALL the mean, nasty creatures that people try to make them out to be!"
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"See, we wanted to prove to one of our crewmates that crocodiles weren't the big brutes she thought they were, and since we were in Africa around nesting time, we decided the best way to do so was find a mother croc and go personal."
He spread his hands as he told his tale, making gestures with the words, and laughing a bit here and there. It was clearly a good memory, and an excellent adventure.
"We used a piece of tech we have called the miniaturizer, bringing us down to an itty bitty size. With a momma croc on shore we snuck into her nest as she was creating it, and observed it from the inside! It was really fascinating, even if a little claustrophobic." A shrug and a good-natured chuckle.
"'Course, it wasn't without dangers. A monitor lizard attacked at one point and nearly made off with one of the eggs, but Crocodila- what Martin named the mother crocodile -came to the rescue and we put her egg back where it belonged. Martin decided to stay in the nest at this point while I went up top, hanging out with Crocodila."
Bringing the heels of his palms together, he made a 'mouth' and laced his fingers. "Barring an encounter with hippos that almost bit her in half, it was alright! And well... the rain." An eyeroll. "The rain sucked." He laughed though; all in the name of science for a creature adventure. "The best part is, the babies hatched all alright- a nest full of little girls, thanks to the ambient nest temperature -and we convinced our crewmate that crocodiles can be loving and devoted mothers, and aren't at ALL the mean, nasty creatures that people try to make them out to be!"