It's three am and I can hear something moving about in my room. I’ve been away for two weeks and really should have given the room a once over for uninvited guests. But last night I was so tired that I had barely changed into my pyjamas before crawling into bed.
I quickly untangled myself from my mossie net and leapt across the room to put the light on. A quick glance around told me that no one had broken in. Again I hear the noise, and 'BAM!' the power cuts and the light goes out. Crapos.
I jump back into bed, assuming that the creature is still at ground level. I frantically searched for my phone, but found my ipod instead. It shed enough light for me to find my head lamp and I cautiously began my investigation. Rat, snake, tarantula? Maybe something even worse?
In the end I found a large cockroach scaling the heights of a brown paper bag. I promptly caught it, took it into the lounge and labelled it 'igisimba kinini', which means 'large insect'.
Then I went back to bed.
It's now the afternoon. I just went to rescue my goat from a very large thunder storm, but as I stood at the door zipping up my bright green raincoat, I remembered what happened last time I took such an altruistic action towards the goat and I reconsidered my plan. 'He'll be OK', I thought to myself, as I watched him from a safe and dry distance.
I hope he's OK.
I’m sitting in the lounge blogging, waiting for the power to cut out. It sucks that you can have giant ants crawling all over you when you're indoors.
To my left there is a growing pile of ant corpses.
I don't have a problem with nature, but when it comes into my house it has to play by my rules, and ultimately, that means death.
OK, that was the power. It's pitch back and very creepy. I’m going to find my headlamp now.
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