The sunset was melting into the lagoon, turning its glassy surface into a fiery blend of crimson and tangerine. I’d just jumped off the bow of the canoe into the lukewarm water and was floating on my back, bug-bitten belly raised to the sky, when our group’s guide, Evi, casually mentioned that there were caimans in the lagoon.
“Wha…?” I asked, choking out the last part ...