At the moment, I am sitting upright with my laptop computer in my lap, furiously typing so I can finish and move. A B52 bomber just flew through the doors on my deck, buzzing my right ear, and rammed its head into my sofa. I am not turning around to look where it crash landed.
Although I do have to be a lot more cognizant of my surroundings, I've noticed. I feel it is necessary to watch where I walk and study the ground, the trees, the vegetation. I don't want to step barefoot on a piece of broken glass, for example, or a lizard. I don't know why but lizards scare the crap out of me.
My sister loves them and raises a bunch of reptiles at her Minneapolis home, incuding snakes, and she's madly in love with a rare blue skink. Me? Not so much. You can read more in my personal blog today and see photos of Port Vila, Efate Island, in The American on Suicide Watch and Clownfish in Vanuatu.