Dear friends, enemies and the like, I dwell in the swamps. My average night is spent sleeping on a makeshift dock. I awaken violently, as if punched, and dine on biscuits and sweetmeats. I seek solace on my boat, scouring the habitat's for sustenance. I crawl thru brush and thicket in pursuit of game. At night, I pull the insect drape over me and listen intently for "cry's of the wild", and battle mosquitoes whose only instinct is to drain me of precious blood. I finally drift off, overcome by darkness, fatigue and ancient wailings.