Tropical Jungle Mystery?

3 06 2013
Random Loiterers

Random Loiterers

There are enough dogs on this island to start a mutt-dog racing park and still have enough left over to populate a small continent. I doubt these dogs would cooperate for chasing a mechanical rabbit. More likely, they would hold a committee meeting on how to breed and loiter in public places.  But they would do fine on the populating of a continent and result would be a prolific motley crew of mange, bad attitudes and howling (my beautiful dog and his descendants excepted of course). The point is, there are a lot of dogs here.

As my dog did his #2 business this morning on a green patch of turf beside a coconut tree, it struck me. Where does all the poop go? I rarely see any of it…anywhere…not on the road, at the split, on the docks, or in the yards. When my dog drops a load by the side of the road, I don’t see it there after a mere 2 or 3 days. In fact, I don’t remember ever seeing it again. It begs the question: Is this tropical island the land of disappearing dog poop?

“These Shoes Smell.”

There are no shortage of biologic influences here. The circle of life is massive and overpowering. Foliage grows in impossible places. Iguanas are more numerous than rats. Birds sing and wake tourists up all hours of the day and night. Insects find and pierce the smallest of wholes in window screens and doors. In fact, last night I saw a large moth wriggle under my front door after somehow getting around my outer locked screen door. The moth fluttered up and around the room like he was cruising into a midnight dance club saying, “Hey man, mind if I hang out a bit?”

“Not at all. Join the party man with me and the 68 mosquitoes.”

See The Iguana?

Growing up watching the 1933 classic movie King Kong, I saw dinosaur-like lizard creatures roam and eat freely, ostensibly hidden from “modern” scientific notice by the dense canopy jungle on a remote tropical island. Mythic creatures abounded, not the least of which was the king of them all, a 200′ ape called Kong who ate small bananas and hung about with beautiful young blondes.

Is there a mythic creature here that gathers dog poop depositing it in the local landfill at night? We could call it the Sasquatchus Dogus Poopus Nocturnus. Before you laugh please note that I lived in this house 5 month before I realized there was neighboring house—a whole house!— just yards from my southern fence line. To make matters worse, I have nary a tree between my front porch and this fence. This means the view of the neighbors house was swallowed up in just 30 yards of mangrove. And the house is a bright yellow. It’s not like it’s camo-green. The only reason I even noticed is the neighbor was doing some construction one day and happened to cut down a tree on the far side. I walked over to see what was going on and said, “Oh look, a house.”

My friend Willie loves CSI. A few years back, we both went through a huge CSI spell, watching Grissom and the crew find and discern all kinds of bodily fluids to solve their cases. After that spell, when Willie changed a diaper (or more likely took the diaper off, saw the load, and then called his wife) he would say, “Honey, now there is a whole lot of evidence.”

I would think any mythic poop removal creature, however big or small, would leave some evidence such as a foot print, a hair, a 9×9 photo of his family back in the States, or maybe just some poop of his own.


A human is unlikely to blame. Tourists are here to swim, snorkel, drink, and have kind pre-consensual conversations with local wildlife. I don’t see collecting doggie dew dew on the top 10 vacation list.

Belizeans are unlikely answers. Littering is a national past time. Belizeans don’t even pick up all the beer bottles for the 5 cent deposit. I see more empty beer bottles than dog sign. But the dog sign just disappears.

Maybe the circle of life is just that strong. Maybe bacteria breaks feces down within hours and then insects feed on the bacteria, which leads to birds having a nearby strip poker game. Who knows?

Theories anyone?




4 responses

3 06 2013

Land crabs…they probably gobble it up as soon as it gets dark. They are the trash collectors as far as I can tell…Probably why they do so well on the inhabited islands.

4 06 2013

Sharon, You’re not going to pull for the mythic Sasquatchus Dogus Poopus Nocturnus? I like the idea of a mythic creature running around a 100 acre island.

4 06 2013

Jeannie, seeing you & Billie will be great! I will be here in August. September is up for grabs. I may be in the States in September. Still planning…or rather praying. (I have tossed most plans out the window.) 😉

4 06 2013
Jeannie Hetrich

I’m not going to ask a lot of questions here. Stay safe and stay well and be still. God will do the planning for you.

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