Sunday, February 4, 2007

What's that Smell?

I woke up this morning to a fun game of "What's that smell?" The offending odor smelled not unlike burnt dog hair and there was an unrecognizable hum that I have yet to hear in my first 4 days in this apartment. Anything that smells as if something is aflame rouses me from sleep instantly. Not to worry. It was just the heat kicking on for the first time. Yes it does get cold in southwest Florida. Apparently someone forgot to close the window and it got down to 53 degrees inside overnight.

It's my last day of "vacation" so I decided to get away from the moving boxes and get out into the Florida cold. There's a great little town park called Six-Mile Cypress Slough, a good spot to walk the boardwalks, get back into the sub-tropical wilderness and brush up on my natural history before my first eco-tour into the Everglades on Monday.

It warmed up to 60 degrees, just below average for February in Fort Myers. On a cold, cloudy day, i didn't expect to see this curled up hoping for some sun.

The Water Moccasin or Cottonmouth (Agkistrodon piscivorus) is one of several poisonous snakes found around here. I'm still looking to get confirmation as there are other non-poisonous species that mimic the Cottonmouth. But the large head and alternating light and dark bands suggest that this 2-footer is a juvenile. As an ecto-therm or cold-blooded reptile, snakes need external warmth to warm themselves so this one, although a few feet away, was not in a peppy mood.
On my way out, Mr. Dumbleton (my generic name for any numbskull) and his spawn had broken off Cypress branches and were lookin' to "whack that ugly snake". I'm sure they weren't bright enough or observant enough to spot the beautiful snake, resting on a cypress stump near the boardwalk.

Feel free to leave comments - I get to approve them....but you're welcome to say what you'd like (within reason - I'm looking at you Mr.Sale)!

All Photos © Pete Corradino


  1. The appearance of the photo copyright means that you have really entered the blogosphere, Jungleboy! I have taken your photos down from my blog (or at least I would have if I had such a site) and have immediately ceased and desisted all t-shirt production enterprises as per your lawyer's offensive, spelling-error riddled letter (hard to afford good representation, huh?).

    But what's with the comment moderation? Can we not have freedom of speech? Must we assume that all comments are dangerous comments? Are we all potentially enemies of the Blog? Traitors? Aiders and abettors of those nefarious forces that might launch clandestine attacks against Junglepete Enterprises Incorporated?

    And why in these four rather blissful days of blogogenesis has there not been one reference to that halcyon institution known as the Super Bowl? Are we to assume that you are one of those Americans who would thwart transmission of the ever important commercial designs of our benign corporate sponsors by reveling in the timelessness of our "natural" world?

    In short I find that there is well nigh a hint of subversiveness to this new endeavor and while checking my desire to impart profanity all over your comments section, I will duly note that I will be keeping my eye on you, Mr. Jungleboy!

  2. Hi Pete
    We will miss you for Survivor for this week. Bill is joining us for dinner. Narelle really likes the pictures of the wild life.

    Chris, Caroline and Narelle