So we've gotten moved in to our first place (I say first place, because I suspect there will be a second place soon). I love the location but something just doesn't feel right about the apartment itself.
It could have been the scorpion we found the first morning. It was a team effort getting it out of the house. I frantically held the shorts it was sleeping on while Val managed to put on a shoe so she could step on it outside. Needless to say, the scorpion got away. It fell under our front porch. We hope we scared it enough to never come back...we'll, keep you posted.
It could also be the constant tiny ants that plague the bathroom and kitchen. You would be amazed at what those little tiny ants can find. There was evidently an itty bitty hole in the cereal bag (that wasn't even opened yet) so they attacked it like it was their last meal. Now, we've learned to do the tight seal test. If you squeeze the bag and it looses a bit of air, it goes in the refrigerator. That means everything, dry spaghetti noodles, spices, unopened bags of anything. You'd be surprised at how many packages loose a little air when pressure is applied. So our little refrigerator is full with almost everything from the kitchen. Those little ants find anything...a drop of something left in the microwave, a tiny crumb dropped on the floor that you can't even see, and your plate you are using that you sat on the table less than a minute ago while you took a bathroom break. There's no such thing of leaving the dishes for later here on the island.
It could also be the bugs I see crawl through the little cracks in the walls while laying in bed at night. Since it is a cabana, it is literally plywood nailed around the house frame. I've never really appreciated caulking and other seals like I do now. Although I feel we live in a structurally sound place, I can still see daylight between the pieces of wood. Thank you God for creating geckos. They eat mosquitoes and other bugs. So geckos can crawl all over the place and I don't mind one bit, especially since they seem to be scared of us. We haven't found any tarantulas yet - knock on wood. Speaking of which, does anyone know where that superstition came from? I was trying to explain it to someone on the island and they just thought I was crazy.
Bugs... my one true mortal fear. IT sounds like you are in hell! hahaha no, but be safe. Atleast the view is good eh?
ReplyDeleteThis is Dustin, Tommy's brother by the way.
ReplyDeleteGinny, I am glad you haven't seen any tarantualas. I would most likely die out of fear. I can do almost any insect but arachnids no thanks. To answer your questions about "knocking on wood" the phrase has been around for centuries and is used in almost every culture and country. Some countries say "touch wood" Essentially as we know it came about to ward of the temptation of fate when there was something good going on. It started in religion and it was believed that spirits ( each religion looks at it a little differently) lived in the trees. Some believed that they were bad spirits or troublesome spirits so knocking on the wood of the trees would make them not be able to listen in on what was just said. Therefore, good fortune would continue. Others believe the spirits in the trees were good and by knocking you were letting them know you were around and would like your good fortune continued. still others thought that the for a lived in the treea and again the knocking was to acknowledge them and remind them not to change the good that was going on.
ReplyDeleteProbably way more than you wanted to know but there you have it. Miss you girls! Tell Val hey for me.