Think you’re doing the good thing, and as a thank you, you get….
I’m back in the Philippines. I love this place, I really do. And I don’t mind the bugs, I really don’t. I don’t mind the sounds that come from between the walls. And I don’t mind that the holes in the mosquito net are too big to stop the tiny ants. I really don’t.
What I can’t appreciate, though, is lack of gratitude.
At some point during the early hours I woke up. Had to go to the… “comfort room”, as they so eloquently call it here.
I was in a semi-snooze when I ventured out and toward the loo (as I so ineloquently call it when I’m half asleep and need to take a leak). I was slightly more woken up on my way back to my room and I almost tripped over a beetle, lying on its back on the floor waving with its legs in the air. Tripped, yes. It was the size of a toad (kinda).
I went back to my room, got the camera and shot a few pictures of it.
Then I turned it back on its feet and went back to my room, and asleep. Or at least that was the plan.
Now… I’m not sure if it was out of spite (because I prevented a suicide) or out of gratitude, but the bug -sounding like a Corvette with a V12- started flying around and against my window on and off for the next 2,5 hours.
Obviously next time I will reconsider before putting anything back on its feet like that. At least at that hour of the night…