My accommodation in
Lanka was beautiful, a small guest house. My eyes were immediately drawn to a huge spider decorating the walls. Various lizards also darted about wall to wall, wall to ceiling, but I liked them.
A relaxing morning out in the garden reading my book was interrupted by monkeys running around on the roof. I could hear them indoors too, thump, thump, thump, pitter patter, pitter patter. They danced from tree to tree to the disgust of my hosts who thought of them as pests and the delight of me who was not used to this kind of wildlife.
That evening I went to climb up the three steps leading up to my room. As I put my hand on the banister and felt slime I can’t remember when I jumped more or screamed louder as an absolute Godzilla of a frog leaped right up in the air to land right in front of me! I had obviously disturbed him from a very comfy spot! I made a mental note to always keep the bedroom door shut! And put the light on, even if I’m simply going from front door to bedroom!
I didn’t sleep too well. I was very grateful for the mosquito net though!
The next morning I walked to the bathroom wondering who my current house mates were and whether Mr or Mrs Frog where still one of them. The minute I turned on the switch for the shower and SPLAT, there he was again, I’m assuming the same gigantic frog or maybe there were more of them, maybe this guest house has massive frogs checking into all of its rooms! Anyway, so I had turned on the switch and immediately giant frog again thuds to the floor, this time from the ceiling. I’m not scared of frogs but I’m also not used to them constantly leaping out at me, making me jump, I involuntary screamed to high heaven both times!
When my host came in with my delicious vegetarian breakfast I told her about my uninvited guests. “Always when it rains, they come in!”she said in despair. She went to look but he had made himself scarce.