That’s right. After eating bush rat for dinner, sitting in the dark as the generator does not run after the sun goes down, I go to get ready for bed. Our sole expat living up here shouts “watch out for the bat!” he lives in the hole in the outhouse and flies up when things fall into his house. Oh, joy. It’s pitch dark outside. Clouds are covering the stars and the mud is slick and sticky beneath us after the heavy downpour. Two white girls can’t really squat in the open without being noticed. A Full moon on a dark night, if you know what I mean. We brave the outhouse with our headlamps. Scouring the walls first for snakes and spiders – just a hairy one in the corner to be found.
Thankfully, the bat did not make an appearance.
Next we go to our room - in a separate building than the boys are sleeping at. Again, we take the bright light around looking for rats, snake, spiders…anything creepy and crawling that I don’t want in my bed. Remember, it is pitch dark outside. My logical brain is thinking a flashlight is not going to catch any creatures that may be moving about. But what else can be done? So tired. The village is silent from words, but loud with cicadas.
Goodnight, Faradje! I pray no bedbugs bite!
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