One of the more lively moments from our Bali vacation was the day we hired a car and driver to take us all over the island to see the sites. About mid-day as we were driving across the island, Juliet started digging into Scott's back pocket. Scott immediately flinched, "Juliet what are you doing? ... My wallet is back there ... I don't want it to fall out." Juliet innocently replied "But, dad, there's something back here." Scott leaned forward to find hundreds of ants crawling out from under the seat and into his underpants.
Apparently, they had polished off the driver's sandwich and were looking for more. We quickly started spraying Off (yes, we know it's for mosquitos but it was all we had ... for those who are curious, it has absolutely no lethal qualities when it comes to Balinese ants.) We eventually smashed the ants with our bare hands, but not after 15 minutes of commotion in the backseat. The driver was, however, completely oblivious to us jumping around as he never once turned back to find out what was going on. Needless to say, Scott was scratching in some unsightly places the rest of the day.
This was not, however, our first rodeo with "critters" while vacationing in Asia. The first day we were in Thailand last October, Annie swore she saw a lizard on the wall of our hotel room. She said it had darted behind a picture. Scott investigated, but told her there was no lizard and that she had just seen a shadow. Irate but without proof, Annie dropped the subject.
Three days later, though, while opening the room service menu, Annie's lizard lept out into Scott's lap. Shocked, Scott slapped the book on the bed and pinned the poor little fella against the sheets. Annie, instead of assisting with the capture of said slimy reptile, started dancing around the room reveling in her vindication. Here's a pic of the little guy:
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