The oldtimers here have heard this story, so please forgive me...
The year was 1988. We were staying in cottage #11 at Xtabi. We swam, snorkeled, made friends with a few Rastafarians. On about the third night of the trip, we were sleeping and I kept hearing a noise sort of like the fan was blowing a plastic bag. It just wouldn't stop, so eventually I got up to move the bag. Imagine my surprise when I found a valuable bag of herb being dragged through a small hole in the wall! I woke up my husband because I knew he wouldn't believe me unless he saw it. He got the bag back from a creature that we never saw.
We made jokes about the creature.... Maybe it was a mongoose....not some little tiny rastamouse..
Our 25 wedding anniversary is coming up in November...can't wait to return
