Okay, maybe I have the muscles wrong. But look at this guy! I don’t think that’s baby fat. If this thing were six feet tall, you’d wouldn’t want to meet up angry at the bar. We used to have these fly into the kitchen when we lived in San Cristobal (no screens on the windows). They’re surprisingly easy to catch once they’re inside, and when you’ve got one in your hand, it’s like there’s nothing there.
Pectorals of Steel
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