Life in the jungle and the surly seamstress
Adorable, yet not so snuggly sloth Walking out of the marina grocery store we encountered a juvenile male sloth (kind of personal how we know that). He seems to have blundered into the marina area from the jungle and was seeking a tree to go to sleep in (they sleep 18 hrs per day). This one wasn't the smartest sloth on the island as he kept choosing bushes, slippery trees, and poor hiding spots for the site of his next nap. Since I snuggle (or at least try) all living creatures I rubbed his back.......until he swung at me in very slow motion with his huge claws. Plenty of time to dodge that attack. It was like being in the "the Matrix". Smiling in ignorance- the tree he's "climbing" is only 2 ft tall We've realized that everything on a boat (or in our case, a yacht) lasts about 10 years. Radar ? Broke like clockwork (2.1 kilo-dollars). Wind instrument ? Shorted out right on schedule (0.2 kilo-dollars). VHF ? Bailed on us like a rat off a sinki