Unfortunately, this week resembled real life. Damn. My streak of highs was too good to last forever. I’d like to think that it is simply a matter of attitude, but I can’t imagine even the most positive person enjoying the source of my torture: BUGS! I’m even paranoid that in writing this I will piss them off more. Maybe they can sense my fear. Maybe they are plotting their next attack. Or maybe I’m giving them way too much credit right now.
t him inside pretty quickly, but he crawled out before I could trap him in, damnit. But then he just stayed put (such a cooperative little fellow), so I thought I could just keep sweeping him until he was out the front door. And sure enough, he stayed frozen, and I just swept him outside. That was a proud moment for me, conquering my fear all by myself, and I am actually fonder of tarantulas now. If only all our insects were so agreeable!
ciprés) are a beautiful lime green color, making them nice to look at but also hard to find amidst a field of green coffee plants . Unfortunately, the act of finding them is usually a very painful one. Picking coffee Friday morning, my left hand brushed against one hidden amongst the branches. I felt a very sharp isolated pain on the edge of my pinky finger. Initially, there was no visible mark, but slowly my finger started to swell and subtle white circles appeared where the caterpillar’s spikes made contact. It seemed like a manageable pain at first, but time proved otherwise as I grew nauseous and dizzy. Frank, in a very nice gesture, put my coffee sack on the ground and suggested I lie down for a while with my hand elevated, which I did for about 20 minutes. The pain eventually subsided but didn’t completely go away for about an hour.
Believe it or not, it actually happened again later on the same day! This time though, Angel came over and busted out this crazy cure. I have a short video I’m posting on here, cause it will help explain what happened, and gross you out as an added bonus. He grabs the caterpillar with a couple of leaves and pulls it apart, then rubs its slimy green innards on your hand, which then turns red! It’s supposed to help ease the pain. I think it helps, but it’s still pretty darn painful. Even worse than the pain though is the paranoia that I’m going to encounter another. The rest of the day I worked like a snail as every single branch required a once-over before I would even touch it.
I appreciate the abundance of life here, but I’m not sure how to cope with this many bugs. I am trying my best to coexist peacefully with them, but they are certainly making it difficult. First Frank, now thousands of mini-Franks…isn’t one giant pest enough?
1 comment:
this is friggin hilarious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not to laugh at your pain, but holy mama. it's all too funny. partially cuz it's just unbelievable.
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