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There I was, east side of Costa Rica, feeling like Columbus without the scurvy. I stumble onto this perfect little cove — trees framing it like Mother Nature just learned Photoshop. I line up my camera and boom — money shot. Then out of the corner of my eye… movement. Not a person. Not a bird. A giant lizard. The kind that makes you think, “If he wants this cove, it’s his cove now.” Now I’m torn: do I shoot the postcard-perfect cove or the prehistoric dragon that just lumbered into my vacation? My brain’s screaming: “Pick one before you end up in National Geographic as ‘tourist snack.’” In the end, I fired off photos like a maniac — cove, lizard, cove again — hoping something turned out. As they say in Britain: “The proof is in the pudding.” And by pudding, I mean the blurry half-lizard, half-cove shot that looks like Loch Ness relocated to Costa Rica.