Saturday, August 18, 2012

A peek at some of Guam's wildlife

When I was a kid, I loved reading books about animals, and I can remember going to the animal section of my elementary school library repeatedly.  I loved the nonfiction stuff too.  Read them all.  But that nonfiction science thing can be funny.  I went through a dinosaur phase and learned all about the terrible lizards, including the "thunder lizards" or brontosauruses (brontosauri?), only to find out about two years ago at an exhibit in the Lawrence Hall of Science that they never really existed.  It was sort of like learning that Pluto had been demoted.  As a scientist, I appreciate the process and progress.  As we learn more and more about the world around us, we make more predictions, test them, and revise our theories in order to be consistent with our evidence.  

Things like this make me sad.
This year, I'm on a quest for a friend that may take the entire time I'm here to complete.  There is a seemingly mythical creature called the blue-tailed skink (and I've just learned that only the juveniles and females have blue tails, missy, so you're not making it easy for me) that has been declining in numbers for the past few decades on Guam because of an invasive species called - no, NOT the brown tree snake - the curious skink.  As its name suggests, these "curious" critters are more likely to be seen than the one I'm looking for because they're bold.  I'm sure I've seen bazillions of them.  The quest continues, and I never leave home without a camera.  And I will NOT post someone else's pictures of these critters as a matter of pride.

And speaking of snakes, this is my only evidence of brown tree snakes on the island so far:
At least, I'm assuming this used to be a brown tree snake.  Sort of sad.  I've also learned, through my skink research, that these snakes used to be noctural, but have been adapting to their changing food supply options and have become more diurnal as evidenced by records of snake-induced power outages.  The island is losing millions of dollars every year because of these outages, hence the traps.  I saw this trap on Cocos Island, a teeny tiny island off the southern tip of Guam, last Christmastime.

While there aren't many street signs in this place, as previously mentioned, I did stumble upon a sign for - I kid you not - Sesame St. before my always-carry-a-camera rule was established.  (I may come back and update this post if I ever make it out there again.)  I've even seen some characters from the show here on Guam too.  This is Grover, who lives in a local pet store and appears to have a bad reputation.  
I also found one of Kermit's friends in the garage under our house.  The yellow is a parking space curb for size comparisons.  It was dark, so the shot's a little blurry.

This critter was my welcome wagon and was in the driveway the first day I arrived on Guam.  This is a coconut crab from front and back, but a good distance away.  I was not brave enough for a size comparison shot, though it was about as wide as a volleyball.  These things are creepy since they remind me of spiders, and some other things I've previously posted about. 
 
Perhaps the craziest animal I've seen so far is the dog that rides the carabao [pronounced not like caribou (car-i-boo), but bow as in "take a bow" (car-a-bow)].  Both this dog and owner should do just that for being able to do this great trick.  I've seen this threesome walking down the side of the road on several occasions, but I'm always driving so can't snap my own picture.  I lifted the one below from another woman's blog - click the image to check it out.  The other carabao posed for me and offered me a ride on Liberation Day last summer.  (I'll have to comment more on this holiday at some point in the future.  That's a whole other ball of wax, as they say.)
Perhaps you're familiar with NYC's Cow Parade that happened in 2000.  I'm not sure why I saw some of these cows in person, but I remember seeing them so must have been in Manhattan that year.  Well Guam has something similar - and there are painted carabaos (not sure if it's right, but I vote for the plural of carabao to be carabao) all over the island too.  These are the only two I've captured so far.

 
Calvo's happens to be my car insurance company.  I have typhoon insurance on my car, so really like this statue.

Finally, to round out this post let's look at two examples of some aquatic wildlife.  I found this on last weekend's dive at a site called Fishbowl, which disappointingly did not live up to its name.  We had an annoying current that kept us working hard to not crash into the coral and didn't really see many critters.  The first time I saw this eely thing from a distance I thought it was a piece of rope that had been lost from a boat or something.  Only after being right on top of it did I realize it was actually alive, and sort of ugly.  
 
In case you can't quite tell, it's pushing the sand into what I can only assume to be its mouth with those tentacle-like protrusions.  I'm still not quite sure what this wormy/snakey thing is after looking online, but if anyone out there knows, please leave a comment.

And finally, in honor of Shark Week, this is Ripley's impersonation.  Imagine a fin on her head, and she's quite scary.  Otherwise, try not to drown from laughing.  She was attempting to "save" her owner, because K sat down in the two feet of water she'd just been standing in and freaked the dog out.  
 

Friday, August 17, 2012

Bay Area representing in Guam

Taken after a long morning of K doing volunteer work at a school - sanding and taping drywall - and of B spending hours trying to get technology to work in Guam.  I now have a functioning cell phone.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Jack London's influence on doggy cuisine?

One of my favorite books growing up was White Fang, by Jack London.  I'm sure his other classic was the inspiration for a brand of dog food I found in the pet store Feathers and Fins.  I've been on a "hunt" for a new brand of chow to feed my own beast (no Pet Food Express on the island), and have been looking for something where the first ingredient is actually another former beast rather than a grain.

For you non-dog owners out there, your fancy dog food brands come in all sorts of formulas - for puppies, adult dogs, senior dogs, weight loss formulas, etc.  I found a brand on Guam that I'd never noticed back home called Taste of the Wild.  It advertises as being grain free, so I started to check out their product.  Perhaps their formulas are for ranges of "wild" in your dog?  The first two bags I came across had cute images of a dog pack hunting the duck and sheep unlucky enough to now be inside the bag.  Sure corralling a duck or sheep might take a little dog coordination, but we breed dogs to retreive fowl and herd animals, so in my opinion, not so "wild." Even some pigs can do that.

For wilder dogs, they also have a venison and bison blend.  I can just imagine White Fang or Buck saying, "Hey, you know what would go great with this deer we just wrestled to the ground and tore apart?  Bison!" 
And finally, for the wild and crazy Cujos out there, there's bear flavor! 

Saturday, August 11, 2012

The only white dude on Guam running for office

Do you think he'll win?

(update on Aug. 18 - drove past this sign today and it's gone)

Friday, August 10, 2012

A shred of hope

Since my package fiasco last week, I've been reliving the frustration and anger of my losses every time I remembered something else I put in the box.  It happened again yesterday when a package came from K's mom containing some forwarded mail.  Some of her shipment had been in my package that I sent to Guam.  What?!

Right, so apparently the box was damaged, and things that had addresses on them were mailed back to Oakland.  I'd signed up for a mail order puzzle game dealio that I never had time to look at during the school year, so I'd left some of them in the original packaging with my address on them.  So now I have some of them back, and I have some hope that other items are in the lost-and-found/dead-letter-office of the USPS. 

Keeping my fingers and toes crossed.

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

I am a giant squid of anger

I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure someone robbed me.  A package I sent myself before leaving California arrived today, about a week late, that should have had twice as much stuff in it.  It was repackaged in a box twice as big as the one I packed it in, and everything of value was gone.  Video games, CDs, computer disks, books (one signed by this author in the linked videos here, still unread)...as the Vlogbrothers might say, I am a giant squid of anger (2:03).

A perfect ten

After watching some of the Olympics last night, which are somehow fascinating to most people yet barely entertaining for me (is there something wrong with me?), Kerriann took me and Ripley to the Tasi 17 pool.  We broke about half of the rules posted on the wall as we were there after 9 PM, I had a glass container poolside, and Ripley did a lot of running.

Unlike the Olympics, watching my family at the pool was the best entertainment I've had since arriving in Guam.  K swam laps and Ripley ran them around the pool, consistently counterclockwise.  I think she was genuinely afraid for Kerriann and was trying to figure out how to save her from the water.  Every time K reached a wall, Ripley was waiting for her.  Those times K did a kickturn instead of surfacing, Ripley would bark, get even more anxious, and head back to the other side.

The final broken rule occurred when the preoccupied pooch moved a little too fast and slipped into the pool, completely by accident.  K had to boost her out of the deep end.  I almost fell off my chair.