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A St. John mystery -- do you have one?
A St. John mystery -- do you have one?
Last summer, my husband, son and I went for an early snorkel at Maho. We parked, as usual, nestled under the trees. We left the windows open in the vehicle -- too early for bugs --why not?
A couple of hours later, we returned. As I was brushing off my feet before getting in the car, my husband said, "You won't believe this. I'm not touching it until you see it first." He pointed to the floor of the car on the driver's side.
Next to the gas pedal was an egg -- off white, smaller than an egg from the grocery store. We looked around, thinking someone was playing a joke on us. No one. Greg carefully picked it up -- it was still warm.
My thoughts -- a snake, an iguana, a chicken? Still in the car? We inspected the car as well as we could. Nothing -- no further evidence. I put the egg under some leaves next to a tree and off we went.
My husband drove -- I rode with my feet on the dashboard, convinced the creature was still lurking. But no.
It's still a mystery. We're guessing a chicken. Or a jumbie playing a trick? What do you think?
A couple of hours later, we returned. As I was brushing off my feet before getting in the car, my husband said, "You won't believe this. I'm not touching it until you see it first." He pointed to the floor of the car on the driver's side.
Next to the gas pedal was an egg -- off white, smaller than an egg from the grocery store. We looked around, thinking someone was playing a joke on us. No one. Greg carefully picked it up -- it was still warm.
My thoughts -- a snake, an iguana, a chicken? Still in the car? We inspected the car as well as we could. Nothing -- no further evidence. I put the egg under some leaves next to a tree and off we went.
My husband drove -- I rode with my feet on the dashboard, convinced the creature was still lurking. But no.
It's still a mystery. We're guessing a chicken. Or a jumbie playing a trick? What do you think?
( I do enjoy them though) I beleive the one ya just told 
Don't want to spoil your mystery, but it was definitely a chicken.
st. John "wild" chickens lay eggs noticeably smaller than your grocery variety.
They LOVE to lay eggs in cars.
There are chickens at Maho.
My powers of deduction didn't even warm up on that one.
Now, does anyone have any stories about the goat-foot woman?
st. John "wild" chickens lay eggs noticeably smaller than your grocery variety.
They LOVE to lay eggs in cars.
There are chickens at Maho.
My powers of deduction didn't even warm up on that one.
Now, does anyone have any stories about the goat-foot woman?
LMAO. That's funny!Joshie wrote:Can't.SJfromNJ wrote:Joshie - I like the Oprah story. Please tell us that one again.
It would violate the terms of my probation as laid down by Officer Frowny of the VIOL police dept.
-j
When the end of the world comes, I want to be in Kentucky, because everything there happens 20 years after it happens anywhere else. – Mark Twain
Thanks Hugo and Joshie. We figured that it must have been a chicken. We just didn't think a chicken would be smart enough to get in and out of a partially opened window.
Joshie - loved your chicken story. I know you must be an aviary expert with those tremendous pelican photos. Well done. I missed the Oprah story. Oh well.
Joshie - loved your chicken story. I know you must be an aviary expert with those tremendous pelican photos. Well done. I missed the Oprah story. Oh well.
I bet he could provide a link if you ask real nice. As a matter of fact, he could probably post it several times if needed.ShelleyZ wrote:Joshie - loved your chicken story. I know you must be an aviary expert with those tremendous pelican photos. Well done. I missed the Oprah story. Oh well.
When the end of the world comes, I want to be in Kentucky, because everything there happens 20 years after it happens anywhere else. – Mark Twain
Don't know about the goat-foot woman, but that did spark a memory about a donkey-foot woman. Sure enough:
http://seestjohn.com/culture_donkey_foot.html
There's probably a whole lot that goes on that I don't know anything about, but I don't get a sense that obeah/voodoo exists on STJ anywhere close to the extent that it does some other places in the Caribbean. Still, with the island's history, I'd expect that there are restless spirits around and places that may be peculiar. A lot of times stories about such things are kept close, but I'd imagine that there may be more mysterious things on STJ than eggs.
http://seestjohn.com/culture_donkey_foot.html
There's probably a whole lot that goes on that I don't know anything about, but I don't get a sense that obeah/voodoo exists on STJ anywhere close to the extent that it does some other places in the Caribbean. Still, with the island's history, I'd expect that there are restless spirits around and places that may be peculiar. A lot of times stories about such things are kept close, but I'd imagine that there may be more mysterious things on STJ than eggs.
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Daniel and his painted rocks and some pretty good stories. He painted one myself and Nicolle (wifey) and dated it. We forgot it behind in unit 1W at Lavender Hill when we left last year. Left it on the top shelf of the desk.
Mystery....Is Daniel a mystery and is my painted rock still there?
Mystery....Is Daniel a mystery and is my painted rock still there?
Life begins where the land ends!
Haven't you ever heard the story of the killer goats from Coral Bay? They sidle up to your open car windows, all cute and baaa-ing, and then they reach inside, rip your clothes off and eat them and then kill you and leave you dead and humiliated (because you're naked). I've never seen them, I've only been told the story, but be careful around the cute goats when you start to descend into Coral Bay.....