The Rat

The following events took place in my small guest room last week:

Wednesday night – I went to get into bed only to find a lizard about the size of my hand occupying it.

Thursday night- When I opened the door to my room and flicked on the light, a giant rat ran across my bed and jumped into a cupboard.

After the following events took place, I was quite jumpy and nervous when I was in my bed. Neither “pet” was sighted on Friday, but Saturday night I crawled into bed still quite wary of the rat. At midnight, I awoke with a start when something scrambled across my bare chest. I screamed loudly, and jumped. Somehow, I stayed on top of my mattress, but fell completely out of my bed. Both mattress and I wound up in the corner of my room, still completely ensnared in my mosquito net. At this point, I breathed a sigh of relief. The creature which had scrambled across my chest was far too small to be the rat; it was merely a giant cockroach.

Sunday night: I decided to move into the other guestroom.
(This room was recently vacated by Paul, a volunteer who headed back to the States.)