Snakes, for instance. As the Filipino saying goes, lahat ng gubat ay may ahas (every jungle has snakes), which I am using literally here. Snakes are supposed to avoid people unless you startled them. That was why I made a lot of noise while walking around the forest. According to an uncle, he and a companion chanced upon a sleeping sawa (boa) coiled as high as his thighs, its head buried in the middle. It was as big as thighs too, he said. They hacked it with a machete.
One time my cousins saw a snake wrapped around the beam of our hut's ceiling. At another time, it was a big one slithering under the house. Yikes!
Then there were wild bees. My mother said that when Lola Pina was pregnant with her last child, she, my mother and their dog were outside when they heard buzzing that increasingly grew louder. Realizing a swarm of wild bees was coming their way, they ran as fast as they could. They were able to take shelter but the dog was not as fortunate. The bees mercilessly killed it. I wonder if the dog deliberately protected its masters. How can a pregnant woman outrun a dog? Or maybe it was tied and there was no time to untie it. Whatever the case may be, it saved my grandmother and mother.
Another one, the baboy damo (wild boar). My grandfather was an expert hunter of baboy damo. They cooked and served it during special occasions. It was served at the baptism of all my siblings. Apparently, this was one animal you had to kill at the first attempt or it could turn on you and injure, if not kill, you. I don't know if there are still wild boars in Mt. Makiling. I think they are protected species now.
This next one isn't wild, but I was told they chased people. Cattle. Before we began our ascent to Mt. Makiling, we had to passed by the farm where cattle grazed. We, especially the children, avoided getting near the wire fence or agitating these seemingly harmless animals. I think a relative had been chased by a cow.
Although I was wary of wildlife, I was not too scared because we always went in a group, and the men carried a bolo or itak (machete) on their waists or a hunting rifle. Kids had tirador (slingshots). I liked holding a stick not only for hiking but for self-defense, just in case... Better than nothing.
The confidence and courage of my kin sort of rubbed off on me in the jungle. I had a sense of adventure as long as I knew they were close by or within screaming distance.
Thankfully, in all the years I went up the mountain, I never encountered any wildlife. The worst would be red ants.
|With my cousins, before entering the forest|
To be continued