1 down millions and millions to go

I have never really been one that is squeemish, however, I have a real intolerance for mice, rats and snakes. And I understand living in Africa one is going to see them, often. However, it is one thing to "know" something, it is quite another thing when that truth meets you or is chillin in your lunch bag . So far my last few weeks here I have seen and expereinced more rodents=rats and mice than I have in the last 10 years in the states.
Today I had the very rare priviledge to bear witness to one such rats demise and I rather enjoyed it! It invovled a screaming teacher (not me), a LARGE rat, a metal cabnet (its shelter) and two grown men with sticks, Oh and me on a table (a safe view)! It was glorious rat running here to there and grown men trailing close . . . sticks flew and evenutally broke from the great force and BAM dead rat, well really bam bam bam bam. Sort of grafic maybe, but wonderful. This is the first rodent I have seen killed in anyway, it's something I am finding that is on the rare side. This was my friends visitor (Hector). My unwelcome visitor is still out there lurking, waiting again to get into my lunchbag. I call him Herbert.

Imagination

The air is full of make-believe sounds. Sounds that only little boys can decode. Make believe crahes, hovering planes, swords slashing at one another and robots transforming. These are the sounds that fill my floor tonight. I can hear them making the bed into a launching pad, feet running the porch even racing; wisely using their last puffs of energy before bed. They are transformers tonight . . .

A wonderful gift: imagination!