Imagine this. Darkness. Rustling in my penca roof. Headlamp.
Broom in one hand. Machete in the other.
Oh yea. I wish I had a camera. That is my campo warrior
gear, fighting off tarantulas!
The first time I was unsuccessful. I was not properly
prepared. The monster just hid in between the palm leaving me for a sleepless
night. Second time is a charm. I woke up to a rustling bag. I figured a frog
had gotten in my house again. Wrong! After a few deep breaths and a few machete
swings. My tarantula intruder was no more.
Now for the creature in my latrine….
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