I’ve been avoiding writing about snakes because we’re hoping my mom will come to visit someday, but I just can’t ignore it any longer. The place where we live is called Nanjoka, which translates roughly as “place of snakes.” And we’ve had our share. Continue reading “Snakes”
A tennis racquet, a hiking boot, and a machete lashed to a piece of bamboo. What critters are these three items particularly useful in dealing with? Continue reading “Weapons of Choice”
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