I go to trap the eight legged beast, and it starts running all over the place. Its really fast. I end up having to chase it all over the room trying to herd it with my insufficient Tupperware and a pair of starchy underwear. I eventually corral the spider over towards the screen door and it starts moving up the door jam (I've heard from others that these things jump, far). I could hear its feet tapping on the wall. The spider moved closer towards the screen door and actually tried opening the door. I saw the door move ever so slightly, but it was not able to open the door enough to squeeze out. Maybe if it ate a few more children or a baby carabao it would be strong enough to open a screen door by itself. So naturally, I helped it out. I mean, I am in the Peace Corps doing good things, so why wouldn't I help a spider move out of my room. This really was a large spider I'm still impressed and scared! The next morning it was gone, but my shoes had moves a few inches to the left of where I had put them.
The next creature I wasn't as kind to. A few weeks ago I had just returned from class and I wanted to get out of my long pants, and into something a little more comfortable (like my ice suit). I went to my dresser door and wasn't paying to much attention to what I was doing. Nor did I pay much attention to the small thumping and patting against my chest. I looked down just in time to see a mouse make it's second attempt to tackle me. It leaped out of my dresser and onto my chest and began to run up my body. (I hope you're smiling). It didn't make it that far (only up to my collar bone) up before it fell to the floor and scuttled away to a corner in the room. I went to get Roger (host brother) to see if there was a mouse trap in the house that I could use. His response was that we needed to call the police because there was a trespasser in the house. After we had a little laugh, Roger got a broom for me and we went up stairs to do the dirty work. With a little team work we made the rest history.
A few nights later after feeling pretty comfortable in my room once again. I woke up to something tickling my neck. Bigger than the usual ant. I grabbed my own throat and chucked the unknown creature across the room. I turned on the light and looked for a few minutes to find this tickle bug, but there was no luck. I assumed that I threw it so hard against the wall that it dissipated into nothing. So I went back to sleep. An hour later I felt the same tickling sensation on my leg. After crawling on my leg, the cockroach had settled down against the wall long enough for me to turn on the light, grab my tsinelas (flip-flops) and smash the living existence out of it. I slept much better after that. I woke up 30 minutes later to roosters tuking. That was a longer day than most.
Those are my best animal stories for now. Fortunately, all the creatures were pretty small, but the creep factor is right up there with best of them. For the record the mouse wasn't that bad. More startling than anything. It was a small mouse. The spider was much bigger.
In Waray-Waray, people say hinay-hinay. The direct translation means, slowly-slowly. What they mean is to go carefully on your way and be safe.
A few nights later after feeling pretty comfortable in my room once again. I woke up to something tickling my neck. Bigger than the usual ant. I grabbed my own throat and chucked the unknown creature across the room. I turned on the light and looked for a few minutes to find this tickle bug, but there was no luck. I assumed that I threw it so hard against the wall that it dissipated into nothing. So I went back to sleep. An hour later I felt the same tickling sensation on my leg. After crawling on my leg, the cockroach had settled down against the wall long enough for me to turn on the light, grab my tsinelas (flip-flops) and smash the living existence out of it. I slept much better after that. I woke up 30 minutes later to roosters tuking. That was a longer day than most.
Those are my best animal stories for now. Fortunately, all the creatures were pretty small, but the creep factor is right up there with best of them. For the record the mouse wasn't that bad. More startling than anything. It was a small mouse. The spider was much bigger.
In Waray-Waray, people say hinay-hinay. The direct translation means, slowly-slowly. What they mean is to go carefully on your way and be safe.
So, slowly-slowly and watch out for spiders!
-K
I'm a fan of spiders, and that gave me goosebumps. Uhguahh....! Thanks for sharing your stories! It's always great to hear from you. We miss you! We're headed to Caldera this evening- we'll be sure to drink a beer for you! Take care...
ReplyDeleteMy creep factor would be off the charts! Can you sleep in on of those net bags? I will gladly ship one to you if you want! Actually, those stories sound exactly like the ones from my college apartment.
ReplyDeleteTake care and let me know if you want that netting!
Jeni
Holy crap. Great Halloween story. My stomach was churning for that whole post. You killed the mouse but not the spider? Interesting. Suddenly I'm not so jealous of your adventure anymore. I approached Ian about waking up to Lady Ga Ga at our house...he wasn't into it. Whatever. Someday I'll just try it. Beautiful fall weather here. I've taken up hiking to prep for my trip to Nepal. Wish you were around to show me some good hikes. Take care, sleep with one eye open. Jade
ReplyDeleteHoppin' horny toads, those are great stories to read to my class for Halloween!, Kell! I'll send you a saddle or two in your next box o' goodies, and you can ride them to school in style. I can hear your voice when you write! Remember, they all put their pants on one leg at a time, so don't take any crap off of them. Easy for me to say, armed with my trusty flyswatter. We love you and send you hugs and smiles every day! Pa and Ma
ReplyDeleteThanks for sending your spider's youngest child to torment me. I found the little bugger with a flashlight... eyes glowing brightly, while Pete moved the couch and smashed the living crap out of it. Maybe next time you could send me a BIG one so it'll eat the little ones. Bugs are OOGIE. Much love, brother. Sure do miss you tons. I'll send you some glue traps in your next care package... Pete killed many an Iraqi mouse with those things. Thankfully the only body count he came home with. ;)
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Well my friend, it has been a week since your last posting and I am only just now getting around to reading it. Seriously, I could cry at your funny stories, sweet sentiments, and expressions of missing home. I am so proud of you Kelly and so glad you are making the most of this adventure and a life-changing experience. Stay well and keep posting. I wish we could sit down and have a beer and a chat together. I miss you.
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