So, I only have 3 days left here in Honduras, and as expected, its a very bittersweet feeling. I’m finally grasping most of the language, growing closer to my Honduran family and friends, almost getting used to the roosters, and just thoroughly enjoying my time here with John and the people. On the other hand I’m more than ready for a shower that is a little more comfortable and efficient than pouring 5-6 buckets of cold water over my head. More importantly, I’m very ready to give a big ‘ol kiss to my beautiful girlfriend, Gianna Lucia! After that, I could use a burrito from Chipotle(rice, black beans, extra chicken, medium salsa, corn, sourcream, cheese, and maybe even some guac!)
Lastly, I’m ready to ride a refreshing wave… something like this…
The point of this blog is to share how I’ve connected to different animals here in Honduras. Honduras is filled with so much wildlife its overwhelming and mostly just scary. In my short time here, I connected with one animal in a negative way and one in a very positive way. First, the negative…
I pretty much feel 100% negative towards all my insect encounters here, but the one in particular is with the Honduran Ginormous Butterfly… How did we meet, you might ask? Well, I was innocently washing my dishes after a delicious meal made up of some assortment of beans, rice, and torillas, when a gigantic butterfly flew out from the sink area and flew directly into my face. I dropped my dishes, screamed, and ran into the other room. You’re probably thinking I’m a big pansy, but this isn’t an ordinary huge butterfly with just big wings and such. You know the body part of a butterfly between the wings?(thorax maybe?). well, this mofo had one the size and girth of my thumb. So, its all good, I just left my dishes on the floor and went into my room, no big deal. Ill never see that monster again. Nope. The next morning, I wake up and walk outside my bedroom and there he is… watching me from the wall in the hallway. Why? I hurry out to start my day to avoid another brawl of sorts. I come home from work, and he seems to be gone. Sweet! I grab a towel, some chonies, and head to the bathroom for a nice cold bucket shower. I open the door, and THERE HE IS! In the shower up on the wall 5 inches from where I would be bathing. No shot that I’m gonna deal with this. I grab my brother, Oscar. I politely tell him in Spanish that I would like to take a shower but I’m way too scared of the giant mariposa(butterfly, and also is a derogatory term for a gay boy) Oscars laughs and laughs and grabs a dish towel. Seems like a decent weapon of choice. He tries to strike the thing with the towel, but it takes off and starts flying in circles around the bathroom, while I timidly peek from behind the door. Oscar tries to smack him at least 20 times and every time is a miss. How can you miss him? He is the size a young parakeet! Finally he killed the little effer and eliminated my enemy! We started laughing about how crazy that thing was and then I headed for the shower. Then, a small little butterfly or moth flies directly into my face! So naturally, I flail around until I don’t see the buggard any more. Did that sasquatch butterfly call for backup, or put me on a butterfly hitlist? Lol, but things are definitely looking up! Haven’t seen a mariposa in 3 days.
There is one animal that I connected with almost like a family member. Well he sorta is family! Jack Bauer is one of my family’s dogs, and he just loves me. He follows me every morning while I ride on my bike for about 3-4 blocks until I get to the main road. When he sees me he runs up and waits for me to show him some love, and if I show any attention to another dog, Jack barks at the other dog and tries to regain my attention. While contemplating why a pup like Jack would love me so much, I ruled out the fact that I give him all my chicken bones and any other food that I don’t particularly like, I ruled out the fact that I’m the only one that will sit and pet him because he kinda smells bad and has fleas, but I think I figured it out! We share a deep bond based on our similarities: we are both gringos with ginger colored hair trying to make it in a place that doesn’t seem suited for us! Anyway, I love Jack!
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