I grew up in Miami, Florida. 
And
yes, it is very much semi-tropical. Actually, if you left the place
alone for any length of time it would revert to the swamp it rose from
with little or no trace of humanity. When I worked as a surveyor's
assistant, we had occasion to travel to parts of south Florida that
showed us what would happen.
Scientists
have theorized what would happen to the Earth if humans suddenly
dropped out of the picture. In the Arctic, things would be preserved for
a long time. In temperate zones, the breakdown would be faster. In
South Florida, things would be faster still. An accidental experiment
has demonstrated that. There are cases where developers would bulldoze
some land right down to the ground, (that's what they do, it's cheaper)
lay down streets and utilities and then lose their funding or have some
sort of financial setback. Nature would take over and in ten years, you
couldn't tell anyone had ever walked there.
Nature is very resilient. The
buildings will rot and fall down. Shoot, they were rotting and falling
down around us while we lived in them. Take a look at the buildings in
New Orleans that have been abandoned. They won't have to tear them down,
they'll tear themselves down. The ownership of the land would revert to
the snakes and land crabs and cockroaches that I grew up with.
Boy,
those memories stay with you, too. Yesterday, I saw a dried oak leaf
skitter across the road in front of me and I swerved to avoid hitting it
because it looked so much like a land crab. For those of you who are
unfamiliar with them, land crabs are not the good eatin' kind.
No,
these are hard shelled, nasty buggers that would bite your toe off
given half a chance. Growing up next to a canal as my brother and I
did, we fought them constantly growing up. They lived in holes in the
ground - yes, crab holes - and they had a natural barometric pressure
gauge. When a tropical storm was coming, they would come out and seek
higher ground, for example your house. As soon as you opened a door,
they would try to run in. What fun! We'd hit them with a stick or a
shovel and then fling them into the weeds.
But if you're going to do that, you'd better make it FAR into the weeds, because, my friends, there is nothing on Earth like the smell of a dead land crab. And they look bad, too.
I mean, really! They run sideways, their mouth opens sideways and their body is their head.
Give me a break! I'm not pretty, but even I'm better looking than this
freakish horror. And the death smell stays with you, good grief, I can
smell it now!
So, yeah, it was great growing up in south Florida.
No snow. All the species of poisonous snakes in the US, all in one
spot. Gators. Humidity in the summer at nearly 200 percent. And land
crabs.
But then again, there was no snow, the dry season was very
mild, not much pollution, and the puffy white clouds in the piercing
blue sky - fabulous! All that other stuff, you got used to. Except the
damn crabs.









I haven't smelled the smell of a dead land crab for many, many years. As soon as I read this the smell came back with a vengeance.
April 25, 2009 at 11:04 PM
so give me a hint...is it just the smell of something dead, but more so?? More dead-smelling? Or was there some special extra ingredient?
April 26, 2009 at 5:33 PM
Well, this isn't movie death smell, this is Stephen King on drugs death smell. You've seen the shows where the cop comes into the room where some poor bastard's been dead for a week and the cop runs out of the room retching? Pshaw! We could take that and danced a little jig. If someone smells 200 pounds of dead land crab... well, I don't know what would happen!
April 26, 2009 at 10:47 PM
Guess I should consider myself lucky, never encountered them while living in Miami!!!!!
May 13, 2009 at 9:11 AM