29/03/2024
The good old days ...
I remember being at Zoological Imports looking at some of their illegal fly river turtles when Mario pulled in. He was driving a long black Mercedes, had a load of gold necklaces around his neck, a beautiful woman dressed to the nines on his arm and an ocelot on a leash. :-)
The later stories about him dismembering his wife and her informant lover with a chainsaw were less amusing.
My first "exotic" snake - a Colombian Spilotes - was a gift from a thriving Colombian import business I helped out one day delivering bricks to mansions in Miami Beach. My snake was too thin to have been loaded up with balloons of co***ne like the boas in the dark Miami back alley shop. Stacked to the ceiling in wire cages full of Colombian boas.
I remember the importer I was working for loading guns and setting them strategically around his shop before "buyers" were due to arrive. And one of the gang - the son of Green Bay Packer's legendary quarterback (I forget his name) - died of a co***ne induced heart attack and was mostly eaten by his Rottweilers.
I suppose some day I'll have to talk about my introduction to the p**n industry down there.
Warm and fuzzy memories!
In one cage a quintuplet of blue-green rhinoceros iguanas crowd driftwood perches. In another, cougar cubs wrestle like rambunctious children. Seized at Miami International Airport two years ago, the cats arrived here when they still fit in the palm of a hand. South American marmosets, banned as imp...