Well, they say they don’t feed them. Except for the occasional park ranger who has sat down at his desk without checking under it first.
Since Komodo Dragons, for some perverse reason, rather like to come inside.
But sometimes they emerge suddenly from the bushes and come at you at very disarming speeds. Then, it’s time to break out the patented Komodo Island Forked Poky Stick.
“They have very good camouflage,” said our guide, who was bitten last spring. I detected a rueful note in his voice.
This was quite an existential-terror sort of day. In all the best ways.