So after a week of meetings in Lusaka, I come home to my hut only to find a family of frogs lounging around my stuff. Now, these frog don't bother humans and prefer to hide in dark areas. Normally, I would just scurry them out of my hut. But yet they kept coming back. Some nights I would be startled when my garbage bag would start moving, only to find pesky little Kermit inside.
My host father, Silas, says these frogs have a tendency to attract snakes. Snakes?! No thank you! So he taught me how to whack'em. At first, I was like "ooooo poor froggie"... but after they kept returning, I showed no mercy. I think I'll be set for those carnival "whack-a-mole" games when I return to Canada.
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