When I was hiking on a remote island off of Thailand, I ran into a Komodo dragon (it may have been a water monitor, but STILL). These fuckers eat people. (They eat other things, too… but as far as I was concerned at that moment, they only eat people.) Happily I reacted by screaming like a girl, which scared the crap out of the dragon which ran the other direction.
I say that to say this: I still dream about that Komodo dragon, and the following clip from a Japanese game show which depicts a woman tying a slab of meat around her waist and running from a dragon gave me PTSD. How about you? (Extra points to the woman who lured the dragon over to the also-delicious camera crew.)
I was in Bali, and was offered a trip to see the Komodo dragons. I’d seen old pictures of tourists standing around a pit full of Komodos while they lowered a goat down, and declined.
Oh no! I was told. That’s all outdated. Now the Komodos live on an island set aside as a nature preserve – they have free roam. Our guide will take you over there and hike you around looking for them in their natural environment. He’s very good – he’lll go shake the bushes to drive them out so you can get good pictures.
So…dragon lunch, basically. They wanted me to be dragon lunch. Eff that.