No, I’m not going to talk about mozzies. They are the bain
of my life and are sent from the devil to try me at all hours of the day and
night, but I moan about them like a broken record, so I’ll leave them be for
now.
After writing this yesterday, we went to have our shower
after dark as usual (not ideal as this means using torchlight which invariably
attracts more nasties). We tend to go together, and take a tap each, and share
the bucket (so romantic!). So this time it was rather annoying when we found a
scorpion under one tap, a rather nasty-looking spider on the wall next to the
other, and an army of fire ants patrolling up and down between the two.
If you’ve not met fire ants before, then in a nutshell
they’re horrible nocturnal ants that spit acid at you if aggravated, which
hurts like hell…or so I’m told…I’ve never actually felt their wrath but Brodie
has twice, and I wasn’t in a mood to see what it felt like.
We tried scaring away the scorpion but he just sat there
petulantly, getting progressively angrier the more water we splashed at him, so
we managed to scare away the spider instead and shared a tap, whilst we both
kept a wary eye on that sneaky little fire ant army.
The joys of jungle living!
J
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