Life in India is generally a pleasure. It's been something of a vacation (for me). I do admit there have been more than a few times when I've longed for the good ol' USA. The next few blogs will relate to this topic.
Winter is pleasant here. Weather is like southern California. The last rain was early December and temperatures range from 80's in the day and 50's at night. That's as cold as it ever gets. The absence of freezing is a boon to the insect community. They keep on growing until eaten by something bigger.
While in Sri Lanka, I grabbed a towel from the clothesline and slung it over my shoulder. The Giant Centipede that was in the towel was now crawling underneath my shirt and up my spine. Animal instinct (the creeps) took over, and I whipped off my shirt to reveal the beast which had luckily fallen to the bedroom floor. Becky says it was 8" long, but it looked 2 feet at the time. Her first instinct was to call everyone to our room, "hey everybody, look what was crawling inside Doug's shirt."
I have new respect for hanging laundry.
Winter is pleasant here. Weather is like southern California. The last rain was early December and temperatures range from 80's in the day and 50's at night. That's as cold as it ever gets. The absence of freezing is a boon to the insect community. They keep on growing until eaten by something bigger.
While in Sri Lanka, I grabbed a towel from the clothesline and slung it over my shoulder. The Giant Centipede that was in the towel was now crawling underneath my shirt and up my spine. Animal instinct (the creeps) took over, and I whipped off my shirt to reveal the beast which had luckily fallen to the bedroom floor. Becky says it was 8" long, but it looked 2 feet at the time. Her first instinct was to call everyone to our room, "hey everybody, look what was crawling inside Doug's shirt."
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| Giant Centipede: Insectus Surprizus |
I have new respect for hanging laundry.
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