On Sunday afternoon, we arrived at our jungle cabins. They are cute, charming and look out to beautiful views of the ocean and jungle. We couldn't be more happy with them. We even have our own staff. We were met on arrival by Lionel, our butler – a tarantula with a three inch wide leg span. We said hello then gently dismissed him from service by escorting him through the gaping hole in wall, that will one day be our front door, and tossing him off the balcony.
We spent an uneasy night sleeping on an airbed while the jungle noises raged around us. The next night was a little easier, because we were able to secure the door hole more effectively. However, not before Sting, the scorpion made an appearance. This happened right as I was reaching to turn off the bedside lamp switch. Sting was on the switch! I jerked my hand back quickly. Sting did not fare as well as Lionel. His exoskeleton was swept unceremoniously off the balcony the next morning after Bill’s speedy execution the previous evening.
A few more things that bugged us around the cabin were the centipedes in the shower and the grasshopper who landed on our new stove. Then there were the opportunistic fire ants that nibbled on Bill’s feet. You really couldn't blame them, because he pulled the not-so-smart move of walking outside after dark, without shoes. What did he expect?
At least none of new neighbors have eaten us yet.
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Great to read what you've posted so far. I'll have to add your blog to the list of blogs I read most.
Hope everything continues to work itself out!
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