After several blissful weeks of "modern" world living, Abbi and I flew back into Nagishot Tuesday afternoon (some of us kept our lunch down, some of us didn't). We left behind the frigid winter cold of China (for Abbi) and Washington (for me), in exchange for cool daytime breezes and uncharacteristically late season nighttime thunder showers of Nagishot.
We also returned to a kitchen quite literally teaming with, what our 2008 TIMO team branded, mquirrels (I have no idea what the official name is, if there is one, for these little critters).
Mquirrels are a peculiar cross between a mouse and a squirrel and must be a Didinga phenomenon.
Lucky us.
Now Micky, Mighty and Stuart Little are famous in their own right, but when compared with this half squirrel half mouse oddity their wonders greatly wane...
Our pesky rodents, with their bushy tails and sticky feet, can:
- climb a vertical wall like it is no big thing
- out-smart even the best of mouse-hunting cats with their nasty feline repelling smells
- and, how should I phrase this, leave an astounding trace when considering their pretty insubstantial body size...
Due to talent #3 Abbi and I spent all, and I do mean all, of Wednesday cleaning out every nook and kitchen cranny.
Thursday looked a lot like Wednesday. Same work, different locale. Hours were spent scrubbing our mudhuts - because well, mud, as you may well imagine, can get pretty dirty.
Today, home is once again, home sweet home.
Except for those pesky bats roosting nightly over my bed...
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| Abbi's obese mouse... |
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| Mquirrals are attracted to water (it's one of the only ways to kill the buggers). I scooped this little fella out of the water barrel. |
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