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Africa is a wild, wild place.

Apparently there is a crocodile in the dam. Sweet.
When I took this job, I was promised endless hours of boating and swimming in the dam. Well, that is NOT happening!
According to sources, there was a crocodile in the dam several months ago, but my neighbor “L” shot at it a few times. Even though L was fairly certain he got at least one well-aimed shot, no one ever found the body. Some people thought that L’s shots were good enough for them, and returned to their dam swimming. Others, though, weren’t so sure and thus opted for the cautious route.
In the past two weeks, there have been alleged sightings of a croc in the dam. This has mainly come from the workers constructing my boss’ house, which overlooks the dam.
Their word is good enough for me.
In other news, the cooks at HQ (the main house, where I work), killed a black mamba today. It weaseled its way into the kitchen and the cooks were forced to bash it with a stick. I am assured by said cooks that my home will not be so susceptible to black mambas since there is no rocky bush directly adjacent to my home. That is just not good enough for me.
I thus draw two conclusions from these tales:
1) I should get a baseball bat, which I will keep in my home, in case I, one day, have to beat a black mamba to death.
2) Africa is a wild, wild place.