Yes, we had to share our tent with creatures that had more than two legs. Some had six, quite a few had eight (amanda handled it well) and some had thousands. But bugs or not, it was our little private haven of heaven.
At night we instilled our one rule. If you were smaller than an inch, you were allowed to spend the night, if you were larger... you must be extracated and banished. So that was a nightly task. We adiosed spiders, large beetles, a couple of praying mantises, a brown house snake, and a skink. twice.
We put this headrest that was shaped like a donkey that you would use to try to sleep on a plane in our zipper at the bottom where there was a huge hole. We made him stand guard and keep out the big and the poisonous. He did alright, you know donkeys are meant to protect, and we did leave bite free, well relatively. Amana got five mosquito bites all month, I got fifty-five, one night about three on each toe.
Then we would put on beautiful music (The Out of Africa soundtrack by John Barry actually) and light up this little tiny amazing candle given to me by my friend Adi. It was intimate, finally cooled off, and fantastic. It was a dream.
As the birds finally finished their part of the overature, the cicadas would start up, and then the reed frogs, and finally the mosquitos sang soprano in our ears. We would lower our mosquito nets and carefully tuck them under our mattresses and be sung to sleep by the bush.
It made for quite noisy nights and was offset by the occassional firefly, but one of the most beautiful pieces we have ever heard. Being in the city now, we miss it desperately.
-amy
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