My favorite time of day is early evening when it’s just dark, dinner has been eaten, the dishes are done, I’m bathed, the windows are closed up, and I can relax under the safety of the mosquito net.
One night, we’d been asleep for about thirty minutes when Paul woke me up by turning on his headlamp, thinking he’d heard a mouse. Not a mouse. It was a centipede, crawling inside the net, directly above my head. I was out of bed so fast.
We never could get to killing it as it disappeared somewhere at the bottom of the net. We took the bed apart, lifting the mattress, looking through the sheets, and in the cracks of the bedding. We’re not sure if it found a hiding place in the bed or in the cracks of the mud wall, but we were not about to get back in and take chances. We tried to sleep in the hammocks but that didn’t seem to work because after an hour of trying to fall asleep with mosquitos buzzing around our ears we were both wide awake.
We gave up and climbed back into bed even though the scent of Baygon (that magical bug killing spray) was still lingering. We figured the centipede made its way back out the same way it got in. It was the only one that got away.
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