“La Cucaracha” was a song about bugs that we sang in 8th grade Spanish class. Here, they are your roommates.
Our backyard is a vast tropical expanse. There are a dozen palm trees of varying sizes and a massive Star Fruit tree that drops bitter yellow blobs at an alarming rate.
Forget about sitting quietly and meditating while gazing upon this lush, green paradise. Everywhere you look, slithering on every tree, table, chair fencepost -are lizards, geckos and chameleons and the occasional black snake. They say the snakes are benign and supposedly good luck, however, that rising up like a Cobra-thing they do before they dart and gobble up lizards is gross.
Early on, the perpetual optimist, I thought I might take up gardening, and tame our backyard. Naïvely, I gently lifted a dangling vine, only to uncover a huge, shiny, 3-inch, brightly colored red and green bug. All aspirations for gardening ended then and there…
Solution? Skip the Beach, the buggy garden and get thee to the mall and beyond!