So as
you know I had some issues with frogs while living with my host family. They
seem to follow me where ever I go! I would find them all over my room: alive,
dead, on the floor, in my bed, everywhere. No one else seemed to be having this
problem.
Over
the span of last week we all began moving into our apartments. With Passover and
Easter being last weekend I decided to wait until Tuesday to move in. Therefore
throughout the weekend I began hearing horror stories from my fellow volunteers
about finding cockroaches, maggots, and swarms of mosquitoes throughout their
apartment. I began to get nervous.
I also have never lived alone before and was freaking out
about that, but because I am an excellent planner I had planned to get my open
water diving certificate our first week as volunteers, therefore I had Megan
and Sonja (also referred to as Mama Sonja) staying with my all week because
they were also getting their certificate. When Megan arrived she proceeded to
tell me this horrifying story about how she was taking a shower in her apartment
and when she turned on the water a cockroach crawled out of the drain. This
story scared me out of taking a shower that first day. The next day we had been
scuba diving all day and I couldn’t put off taking a shower any longer. Mama
Sonja, being the wonderful mother she is, offered to take the first shower.
Megan took the second. At this point I felt that it was safe for me to have my
turn. I began my shower as normal: Shampoo, conditioner, face wash. As I went
to grab my Body wash I saw something on the container, I turned it around and
realized it was a frog! I began screaming “FROG IN THE SHOWER! FROG IN THE
SHOWER!” As I was cowering in the corner of my shower, Mama Sonja runs to my
rescue, comes in the shower, catches the frog and runs out setting it free. I swear,
if I didn’t know better I was Pied Piper of Frogs.
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