While watching the African Cup of Nations match between Zambia (woo!) and Ghana with about 10 people:
“See that bug there along the floor? That long bug 1 meter from you? Very dangerous.”
“Yes. It’s a millipede. Very poisonous. And this one is most poisonous of all.”
“So maybe we should kill it.”
“Yes, we should. It is very dangerous.”
<No movement. Very lethal millipede goes under TV cabinet.>
“Maybe when we next see it we should kill it.”
<Millipede emerges. No one moves.>
“Ummmmmm can someone who has closed toed shoes please kill the very lethal millipede?”
<Man who has on flimsy sandals gets up, walks two steps, and stomps its lethal life out, without taking his eyes off the football match.>
“Good. Now we are safe.”
All this after I spent the day at one of our sites where our field manager had to run from a cobra (which the village kids deftly chased down and killed). Comforting.
But in happier news, no bee stings. I’ve become quite adept at bathing and latrine-ing while swarmed in bees. It’s all about being zen. If I don’t bother you, you won’t bother me. Oohhmmmm….
At least that’s the theory.
I also ate bush meat for the first time in South Sudan. When I asked what kind of bush meat it was (it can be anything from rat to dog to monkey), the response was, “You probably don’t want to know.”
Yeah, I probably don’t.