The
rain here is a blessing because the temperature goes down. But with the rain comes it brings the
plague. The plague consists of thousands
of frogs that swim in the puddles on the road, and these flying bugs. The bugs I have been told are winged termites. They come after or before the rain, and they
come in the thousands. We have to
declare a black out in the house when it happens because they swarm to the
light. One night we had so many in the
house that you couldn’t step anywhere without stepping on them. The next morning the only proof that they
were there is there wings. Even the bugs we had stepped on and killed were no
longer on the floor, only wings. We spent the whole next morning sweeping and
cleaning the house trying to get all the wings out of the house. The people here eat those same bugs. They run around catching them, popping them
into their mouths like candy. One morning
after a big storm I went over to feed the children and the women pulled me over
and wanted me to try some sort of food they were eating. But when I got a closer look I found it was the flying termite bugs. They had roasted them over the fire and seasoned them to look like a
chip. Even though they laughed and tried
to convince me to eat with them, I told them that 6 am was too early for me to
be eating bugs!!
I ran over a frog the other day on
my motor bike and it made a popping sound like a balloon. After it rains all
the frogs come out and decided to swim in the bodies of water that cover the
road. So trying to drive through a
puddle without falling over is difficult, but trying not to hit the hundreds of
frogs in the road is impossible.
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