The Biawak returns [See the first appearance]! Late this afternoon, as maghrib approached, my wife heard a rustling in the back yard. About five feet from our back stoop was an enormous biawak, apparently stalking a young cat sitting atop our recyclables. I rushed to get my camera, but it was on to me and made for the jungle. It would have gotten away, except it ran to the corner of the fence that I had recently reclaimed and propped back up [See The Yard: Adventures in Tropical Horticulture]. Trapped, it started ramming the fence.
It even managed to climb halfway up the fence I share with my neighbors, a bunch of single Chinese guys. It would have surely met its doom if it had succeeded, because three of them had emerged from the house with a parang, a cangkol and the ultimate multipurpose Malaysian tool, a length of. Biawak is good eatin’, I’ve heard, and they might have eaten well if that was their intention, because this thing was well over four feet long, and thick in the middle. But it couldn’t scale the fence, and after dropping back down, it was scared enough to run straight in my direction along the fence till it reached the downed portion, and clambered off into the jungle. I may have to delay my plan to get a few chickens until the fence is fully functional. I don’t know if the biawak would’ve taken out the cat or not, but chickens are a definite staple of the diet for any biawak living close to humans.