Of course my phone said no service when I tried to call Ron's phone, so I had to quickly walk up the hill and try to find him. Finally I located him on a ladder on the second floor balcony of another staff house trying to get the birds and a big owl out of their attic. I didn't care what he was doing, 'Ron kwanza nyoka'. He yelled kweli? We both laughed that we were talking to each other in Kiswahili, saying first snake and really?
As we headed back to the house we started bringing the guys, our guards down to help, and as they heard what was going on they quickly picked up sturdy sticks. Once back of course it was off the screen and we could not find it. Oh great! More guys came and questions of if we really saw a snake or just a lizard were flying, all in Kiswahili. I said no way that was a lizard. With one man up on the block fence and 1 by our back gate and 5 banging on the bush behind our choo with big sticks, finally I hear 'hapa' and they aggressively start beating the 16 inch snake that did fall out.
I knew it! They laughed, threw it over our back hedge onto the road, and said 'pole' for not believing Ruth and I. What kind was it, was it a baby, where was the mama snake? Who knows. Here they beat them and chop them beyond recognition. We need to work on that so we can see what we are dealing with. But really who cares- the first one is history.
But I am not looking forward to heading out to the outhouse tonight in the dark.
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