While we were training in Bolgatanga, Fanny and I visited a natural crocodile habitat, Zongo Pond.  Situated right at the edge of a village where the children and adults roam freely, Zongo Pond is home to about 500 crocodiles, who also roam freely. While a villager was leading us to the pond, we came across a rather large specimen, sleeping on the ground directly in front of us. The villager assured us we were safe, and asked if we wanted to hold the crocodile's tail for a picture. Being the brave souls that we are, we agreed. We each held a section of the tail so we could get a picture of the two of us together. We never got the picture. We both let go of the tail like hotcakes when the reptile turned and started coming quickly toward us. We got out of the way fast, both running in opposite directions! The villager offered the helpful suggestion that next time we shouldn't pull on the tail, just hold it—unnecessary advice since there will be no next time.
 
By the way, even though Fanny and I ran in different directions, there was no guarantee we wouldn't step on another crocodile. We were lucky that this didn't happen.
 
I was amazed that the villagers walk around, seemingly unconcerned, but our guide explained that they keep the crocodiles well fed with guinea fowl and don't hunt them, so the crocodiles aren't aggressive and don’t hunt the villagers (except, of course, for the one whose tail we held).

This was one of our most memorable experiences, as you might guess.