ATTACKED BY MONSTER CRABS CAN YOU THINK OF A MORE HORRIBLE WAY TO DIE, THAN TO BE TORN TO SHREDS BY A HORDE OF MONSTER CRABS? I CAN'T! BECAUSE IT ALMOST HAPPENED TO ME... By Dave Callahan “ This is the place,” Pamela said. “We’ll be all alone here. Nobody ever comes here but me.” We climbed out of our outboard motor boat and up onto the sandy shore. We had come ashore on a tiny mangrove-dotted inlet along the coast by of British Honduras, a little ways north of Belize, the capital. The place was idyllic. And we had the whole beach to ourselves, Pamela and I. I was looking forward to a long afternoon of love with this busty daughter of a British diplomat. I wasn’t pre pared for the nightmare events that would take place that afternoon. “Do you come here very often?” I asked as we beached the boat. She grinned enigmatically. “Whenever I feel the need to get away from the town.” (Continued on next page)