I saw my fist cockroach today. No I take that back, I saw my second cockroach today, but the first one was the size of a dime. This one would take up half of my palm. And for this reason, I couldn’t squish it with my shoe. Just imagining the grand crunching noise it would make is enough to give me the heebees. It escaped my tirades with the broom and shimmied up the wall behind the toilet. I’ll be on my guard from now on.
Okay, okay, the moral of the story is that I’m a chicken and my host mother came and saved me from the scary cucaracha. And then she said, “Oh don’t worry Megan, don’t be afraid of the cucarachas, their just coming in to bathe because it’s hot.” Aye caramba. Now I have to fight for shower time with the cucarachas. Lovely.
Today I really hankered down on my project summary, which I had been putting off because I have to write it in Spanish and that involves a lot of thinking. But as I began writing, I realized how much passion I have for the subject. As if you knew already about my project! Ah, silly me. One guess……Yep you got it, coffee. I’m going to do a biodiversity study in different coffee fields, hopefully a cultivated one in open sun, one with a few shade trees, and one with an intact forest/shade-grown coffee. So by surveying the biodiversity of the field I’m hoping get a general measure of the health of the coffee fields, and maybe make a recommendation or give my research to the farmers to use. It makes me feel really important at least. :)
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