Quick little update for you all
this evening. Malaria still sucks,
but at this point it’s probably just a waiting game.
I’m just going to take a little bit
of time to share a thought with you all that has been on the forefront of my
mind for a long time. Mom and dad have been encouraging me to share these
thoughts for a while, and I thought now might be a good time.
I wanted to dedicate
this post to my African arch-nemesis: ants.
I
never really had developed strong feelings towards ants until I got here. Almost immediately I was forced to rapidly take a stance on the small insect that seem to crawl out of everything. I mean everywhere, popping up at inopportune times like so many other unwanted entities of this world, like the person you sat next to on the bus who really does intend to talk to you about the color of your aura. At first, it was
just annoying. My host mom
wouldn’t let me lean on the wall because there are ants, and they would crawl on your skin feeling like a bad acid trip. They also bite, as they are like sugar ants, but red and sent directly from hell. Then I started finding
them in my room. Once they make an advance into your personal space, just like the nutter on the bus, it is time to put your food down. Literally.
I began committing ant massacres on a daily basis, taking my
slipper off and squishing the whole sickening line of them as they weave their
way across my wall/floor/desk. I
got some ant repellant from my host mom, which kept them out of my books (why?…
why do you want to get inside my books?), but then it got serious. They got into my peanut butter. Words were exchanged. Then they ate a hole through a freezer
zip lock to eat my wheat thins, decided they liked my socks and underwear
enough to eat a hole through my wall (Yes. My wall), and they got into my mail. Ironically deciding to jam themselves into a package containing chocolate, and ant killer (thanks
mom!) I actually cannot express
the anger bubbling up as I set the bag of chocolates on the ground and repeatedly stomped the stuffing out of it. When I see the
layer of ants marching across my wall and down onto my floor after choosing the most appropriate language to use, I realize that they all must die.
And now.
It
officially got serious just a few days ago when I sat down to write an email
and realized that they had taken up camp inside the vent of my computer. They were crawling out from beneath the
keys, and all over my bed and lap.
I was so angry. I was angry enough that I was trying to think of how I
could make my computer overheat to bake them inside of it, but then realized that would
cause some damage I wasn’t willing to incur. Eventually I sat patiently and waited as each one made a run for it. I then I squished it with a single vindictive finger.
It took me more than 20 minutes until they were all dead, but it was
worth it.
I will not miss you
ants.
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