Croc Files

We went to Crocodile Farm in Serangoon yesterday!
It was quite small, but we saw quite a lot of crocodiles, the largest one was about 2 metres long(?).

Apparently an adult male crocodile can grow up to 8 metres long!
We'd be swallowed up without realising it.
We witnessed how they feed chicken head (bunches of them together) to crocodiles, it was swallowed whole, with the strings.
Actually I felt quite sad after a while, seeing how several large crocodiles can be forced to sqeezed into a small rectangular cemented "pool" that is terribly filthy and the crocodiles have moss on their teeth, faces and mouth!

Moreover, we were ushered into a processing room whereby the people there will process raw crocodile skins and other reptile skins from other countries. I mean, you're feeding and exhibiting crocodiles outside and you're making their skins into hangbags inside!?!?
The guide even showed us pictures of how crocodiles were skinned and described it ever so convincingly. We even touched unprocessed crocodile skins.
I feel so sad for the crocs, i mean, just because i have beautiful skin, do I have to be killed for it? or for my meat? or for my oil or teeth or bones or whatsoever? The protected species are not killed for the products, then what about the more common ones? Just because they reproduce more and managed to survive with more skills, does it mean human beings have to hunt them until they become endangered also? Damn.
And did anyone realise how the front legs of crocodiles resemble a human hand?
Human beings are in so much excess we're killing the earth, why not hunt human beings?
Bleahx...
Anyway, Mdm Loke bought each of us a hand phone accessory with 2 small pieces of crocodile skin, though I was very against it, i understand her good intentions and care towards us, gifts for 20 ppl is no kidding man.
On our way back to school for the LEP S paper, she paid the taxi fare too, but she wanted to repay her by doing well for A levels, seriously, I rather give her back the money than give her empty promises. Sigh.