It's nose sniffed and body practically poured salt but it did not waver. At this time of day it sure be berried deep below the swamp smashed into the thick dirt coating below and with it being so hot it practically burned it's skin even with the light barely touching it's skin, not that the thing was that weak but more over it wasn't used to it. It was roughly 10 feet under and though it's body was well enough covered that even if a human was right over top of it they would not be able to see it, it was still too close. The thing always kept a vale of unseen but humans where aging more and more keen as time went on. It was far closer to the house now the house it used to avoid for the past few decades. Yards away actually it needed to get a good smell of the situation, it only smelt two and clearly by the sent of their uterine and fesses the two where the new homely ones. A male and a female, probably mates. To it's vast disappointment it smelt no infants or underdeveloped humans of any kind. Early in the morning right when it was getting painful for the bastard of nature the man left the house and his woman alone, It could smell it traveling through the path next to the swamp then into the safety of it's human colony. Right then a there the thing considered going though the extreme effort of lounging out of the water and taking the female right then and there, making her bones and blood no more, it could already smell blood on the outside of the female as it smelt blood on all female mammals of the swamp. But it knew better it needed to wait for the swamp to work it's charms on them and hopefully fatten them up, they where both very skinny humans which could be a possible reason to why the humans in the colony abandoned them to the muggy swamp. The sun turned and melted the atmosphere as time moved, then a new human showed up. It was the sick and fat one it had grown used to, it hated it's smell. The sick human stayed only a moment then disappeared. The creature watched and licked itself and made all over living creatures of the swamp move away from it in a panic. It ate so rarely and it was picky for and on it's meals and these where near ideal targets, soon the feast would begin and then the slumber would commence once more.