Since I haven't had a tolerable toilet since December I have been using the sands as my own liter box. Each night I wander out, dig a little hole, do the deed and bury it. On this particular moment of need I ventured to my usual spot, undid my chiyas and began to rid my body of the rice and beans we had for lunch that day. With the gentle night breeze came a horrific smell. I looked around trying to locate where it might be coming from. I looked behind my squatting legs and noticed that I had just pooped on the dead cat I had flung earlier that afternoon. Just makes me love Africa that much more. Ha.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Just Gross
It's all my fault to be honest, leaving site for such a stretch. Whenever I do come into town, the kids like to play 'what can we throw in the Nassaranis' window?' Usually it's just a bunch of random trash, maybe a used battery or two. This past period away brought a new step in their determination to make me miserable in the clean up phase. This time around the little bastard boys decided to leave me a dead cat in my room. I'm not sure how long it had been there, but I would venture to say over a week. In spirits of comedy I gathered the dead cat with a shovel, walked out into the sand dune and flung the decomposing body.
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3 comments:
That's strange Scott. Definitely not your fault either. Consider speaking to village leaders about this matter. They can probably figure out who the kids are and give them a good whacking.
"Shitting On A Dead Cat"
Hmmmm, sounds definitely like an awesome title for something like a Song, Book or Article. Work on it Dude.
Still working on your care package, magazines, Enquirers and NY Times so far, a few books, too bad I had already donated most of my collection.
Good luck, stay safe, keep on truckin, be careful where you squat.
Mike Brett
This is hysterical. I love your post!!!
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