I don't understand the picture would be nice see more of them, i don't know what criature is that.
But what a history!
Thats the way parents got us here, with crazy stuffs to scare us 🤣

You reminded me of something, and I’d like to share it because when I was little, in the neighborhood where I lived, there was an old chicha vendor—a very thin, elderly man with a deep voice that was really scary. On his bicycle, he had a barrel that was like a kind of water filter, filled with that homemade chicha made from pastes, milk, and other ingredients. The thing is, when I was little, my grandmother used to tell me that this man kidnapped children who misbehaved or didn’t listen, and then turned them into chicha—and that’s why chicha was so nutritious.
For years, after lunch—which was when everyone would take a nap—I really liked going out to play in the yard, but whenever I heard that man’s whistle and the shout “el chichero,” I’d run, trembling with fear, back to bed. Today, I remember that story, and I can’t stop laughing when I think about how innocent I was.