…of the chapulin variety. He’s from Oaxaca and I’ve named him Chappy…Chappy the Chapulin. I’m hoping he’ll scare off all the other bugs (somehow we have none, even though we live in the heart of the world’s second-largest city. Go figure. NYC was full of roaches. Mexico City? Clean as a whistle.)
Chappy is an alebrije. I wanted to buy many more alebrijes while we were in Oaxaca, but the no-good rule known as “luggage restrictions” kept me from indulging in my intense need to collect oodles of Oaxacan folk art (much to Brendan’s pleasure, I’m sure).
Here is where Chappy originated: