Just a few odds and ends that haven’t fit particularly into any other post.
We’re already eating much healthier here. Market runs mean lots of fruit – here, pineapple, papaya (which Ray likes – I’m so-so on it), cantaloupe (my fave), and the produce guy convinced us to try this other thing (the almond shaped thing on top of the stack) – it starts with an M, we’d never heard of it before and I can’t remember how to pronounce it. We weren’t fans, but interesting to try something new.
I AM THE SCORPION QUEEN
The evening after Ray sprayed the house so well, he was in the shower and said, carefully, “Hey Jackie, come around the corner, slowly.” Well, you know that’s not going to be something good.
So in between me in the doorway and Ray in the bathroom is the biggest blackest scorpion either of us have ever seen outside of a zoo. It was staggering along in a “feel like I’m fixing to die” sort of way, which was fine by me, especially since Ray, naked, was defenseless, and guess what that meant. I went for the flyswatter and the dustpan and promptly beat the crap out of said scorpion.
If I had been thinking like a blogger at the time, I would have taken a picture, but I was mostly concerned with getting it OUT OF THE HOUSE as quickly as possible, so it was already thrown into the brush before I thought of that. Suffice it to say, though, that I felt like quite the bad ass for the rest of the evening.
Postscript: Ray tells me later that he figured that spot – behind the bathroom vanity – looked to be the best hidey hole for a scorpion, so he wasn’t actually surprised to see one. Oh, thanks for letting me know…
When you’re driving a truck in these parts, you may as well figure you’re going to help the locals out with rides where you can (especially since many of them bike or walk). The other day on our way back from Corozal, a guy was sitting in the shade along the road and hailed us, so Ray stopped. When he did, five other guys with machetes ran out of the nearby cane field. In the US, this might have been disturbing. They clambered on, chattering in Spanish, and off we went, until they banged on the top of the truck to let us know they wanted out; then they all said thank you and headed off down the road together, machetes swinging.
FIRST BAD SNAKE
Fortunately, it was a dead one when we found it, though it was close enough (outside the shed) to be a bit worrisome. When Hector (the property’s caretaker) arrived this morning, we asked him what it was, and he said, “Bad one.” (Poor Hector has been out for the last week with a painful toothache – an abscessed molar had to be removed – and we’ve missed him).
After some prodding, we finally understood him to call it a “yellow jaw,” which if I remembered correctly from prior research, meant the dreaded fer-de-lance. Nah…right?
I promptly went inside to Google it, and oh yeah, in Belize it’s known variously as “yellow jaw” and “tommygoff.” Although the text attempted to be reassuring: This snake is responsible for most fatal bites in the region, but it usually only dry bites; and if it does envenomate, you have “many hours” to get treatment before it gets bad.
Okay then. May be requiring something bigger than the fly swatter going forward. But so far, so good – just have to always keep your eyes open around here.
BELIZE FIELD GUIDES
I ordered some flora and fauna field guides the other day, but until they arrive, you’ll be subject to what I can figure out from Google. The flowering tree with pink blooms that I thought might be a jacaranda seems to be a Mayflower – it’s very pretty.