What’s a Chupacabra?

It was interesting and funny how I was introduced to that word.

I was working in Alice, Texas (south Texas for those who are not familiar) hauling sand with other drivers. We had been loaded and dispatched to a location in the southwest area of Texas, pretty close to the Mexico border.

This particular night was extremely dark since the moon was hiding. The rough roads leading out to the location were only visible from the headlights of our trucks. The bushes and trees along the sides projected huge tunnel-like shadows from the sparse lighting. It was rather creepy and spooky.

I hadn’t told any of the six male drivers I was rolling with that night about the uncomfortable feelings I had about the dark, but somehow they sensed it.

“Shall we tell Barbie?” one driver asked another.

“I don’t know, maybe we’d better just keep a close eye on her,” he responded.

“Tell me what?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Barbie, that Chupacabra probably won’t even show up out here tonight. No screen-shot-2016-10-25-at-7-38-55-pmneed to get yourself all worked up over nothing.”

“What’s a Chupacabra?” I asked.

“It’s a creature that comes over the Mexican border every once in a while on dark nights like this one. It kind of looks like a bat,” the lead driver responded.

“What’s so bad about a bat?” I asked.

There was a brief silence it was explained to me that has it that on certain moonless nights, the Chupacabra flies over densely populated areas looking for human prey.

“Always be in visual contact with someone, never be alone,” one driver said.

I was in disbelief. “Yeah, okay that’s just stupid, you’d have to be an idiot to believe something crazy like that.”

Another brief silence. “I don’t know, Barbie, people have disappeared and others have been chewed to bits with no explanation.”

I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t believe such crap. “Right, and I have an island I’ll sell you off Key West.”

“Just don’t get caught alone Barbie,” I was warned.

By the time we got to location and everyone was hooked up and blowing sand, I’d pretty much forgotten about the conversation we’d had. As I stood in the darkness with all my PPEs on (including my ear protection muffs) and one dim work light, I realized that none of the guys had been around to see how things were going for me.

I decided that maybe something was wrong, and since I couldn’t hear much with the ear protection, that I’d better check on them. I checked to see if I could see the feet of the drivers parked next to me, but none were in sight, so I went around the back of my truck to get a better look. I was becoming a little nervous as I removed my ear muffs and started toward the front of my truck. I was beginning to remember the story the drivers had told me earlier.

Just as I came around the front, every driver on that location jumped or charged at me.

“BOO!! Do you believe in the Chupacabra now?” they yelled.

I was scared out of my mind! It took me a bit, but when I regained my composure, those guys ended up being the ones who needed to watch out. You can only imagine the real danger they found themselves in with a spitfire like me!

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