My Nicaraguan “husband”
My Nicaraguan “husband” = a giant lizard, according to my host sister.
Here´s the story:
So a few weeks ago I went to Masatepe (my training town) for the weekend to visit the family there. When I came home from the long weekend, I was surprised to find that a bunch of my things that I had on my desk / shelf were lying on the floor. My immediate reaction was “oh, we must have had a temblor (very small earthquake, like a shake) while I was gone” because it´s happened before. So I continued to go around my room and pick up the items and put them back where they belonged. No big deal.
Then the next day I went to work and to my surprise all my things were on the floor again. “What the heck?” I thought. And at that moment I saw the lizard run across my floor. I ran out of the room screaming! My host sisters were equally scared by my reaction and asked, “what happened?” When I told them they didn´t believe me saying “a lizard can´t get in your room.” But I insisted and they came to my room to check it out. When we got there he was nowhere to be found… by them. But I found him again (lucky me, right?) He was hiding out behind my closest. I found him with my flashlight. So one of my host sisters shooed him out of there with a broom. So here´s the scene; one host sister chasing the lizard with the room, I´m running in the opposite direction so that it doesn´t touch me, and my other host sister has jumped up on the bed and is plastered up against the wall in fear. lol.
After about 5 minutes of commotion, my sister manages to trap the lizard between the broom and the door. He´s caught! haha. Now what do we do?!?! I don´t want to touch it…
So the same sister, she´s brave, picked him up with a glove and we took him outside. I´m thinking, “I hope she let´s him go FAR from my room. I don´t want to find him in there again! He scared the crap out of me.” But the plan is not to let him go… they´re going to tie him up + cook him for lunch tomorrow!!! YUCK!!! So we proceed to tie him up like a jailbird, arms and legs behind his back, and tie him to a tree in the backyard with some rope. Poor guy! I felt bad… but then again, he WAS in my room!!!
Busted + Caught! …
but the next day we didn´t find him tied to the tree where we left him. Where did he go? Nobody knew… he wasn´t there nor was the rope. Was he running around the house with the rope still tied to him? No clue… I just know he better not be in my room again!!!
Lucky too, b/c now he´s not lunch: garrobo soup!
Well, we found him 3 days later. Scared the crap out of my third host sister this time (thankfully not me again!). He was chilling on the top of the wall of the outside bathroom / shower, rope and all. His arms were still tied up but I guess he freed his feet and that´s how he was able to escape and climb. But I doubt he ate anything for days. My sister felt bad for him and let him go. haha. She threw him over the house wall into our neighbors´ backyard. She can have a new friend now! Or if he´s stupid he´ll be in her soup soon!
So… why my Nicaraguan “husband”? If you think about it, if my things were on the floor after the weekend, he was already in my room when I got home from Masatepe and I didn´t know it! That means I slept in my room that night with him in there! Gross! Good thing I didn´t know or I would have freaked out. Especially if he would have run across the floor in the middle of the night or in the dark. Or rattled things around in the dark. Oh God…
Anyways, her logic is we slept in the same room together for the night = I married a Nicaraguan! She´s crazy…
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