Hey hunger folk!
Hi from Ndioum, Senegal, land of donkeys, sand and pastoralists. Everything is going quite OK so far. Everyone at CPI Senegal has been great.
But enough about that, I am going to recount a fascinating story for you. I caution you, gentle reader, this tale may possibly leave you with mouth agape! Assuredly though, it is by no means serious, nor work related. It is purely for your reading enjoyment.
This morning, for no apparent reason, I left my door open for a few minutes. Forthwith, and much to my chagrin, a curious hornet decided to drop by for a visit, buzzing around me and my gleaming, white mosquito net. Lying supine on my bed, with little will to take action out of fear of the loathsome, modified ovipositor assuredly poised for attack, I found myself in a conundrum: What to do? Lo! Despite my apprehension- or was it sloth? -I decided to take action. Clutching my corpulent, French-English dictionary, I had the great fortune of splatting this foe of doom with a single, succinct blow!
Do not fret, the adventure did not end there: a few moments shortly thereafter, a crew of opportunistic ants trotted to the scene and began to carry off this hideous wasp corpse, leaving me no clean up chores whatever. I watched, with boundless glee, the process being carried out for a full quarter of an hour. I kid you not! Ah, the mystery of the natural world!
I truly hope that other adventures of this ilk are not far off.
Adieu my friends,
Mike
