I woke up this morning to the mosquito net falling on my face and the sheets being tugged out from underneath me. Mike had loaded up the car, strapped the bikes to the roof rack and was ready to go. The only thing still in the house was our bedding, our netting and me. It was 6:13am.
After a brief run-in with a small frog that decided to hitch a ride with us to Dominical, we proudly unlocked the door of our new home. I have to admit that I wasn’t really impressed with the landlord’s final product. After meeting him and the place last week, we were under the assumption he was cleaning, touching up some wear and tear from the previous tenant, and adding more furniture. From what we could tell, the only part that was accomplished was a bookshelf with a computer monitor sized TV in it. The rest looked exactly the same; the sardines, among other stickiness in the fridge, the garbage bags in most of the rooms, and the decorative lamps that only do half their job (and not the important half). I could handle all of that though…with no other plans, I had the time to clean up someone else’s mess. But I was not thrilled at all that he left a giant bull frog sitting behind the toilet (I know, probably not as intentional as the leftovers).
Seeing as I already freaked out over one frog that was small enough to be mistaken for a piece of mulch until I saw it had eyeballs, Mike was skeptical about this monster of a frog I screamed about. That was until he saw it…then it became camera-worthy, which means you know it must have been big. So big, in fact, he wouldn’t use his hands to pick it up and opted for a broom to push its stubborn hissing butt hop by hop out of the house. I can’t describe much about the 15 minutes it took to get him out since I had to be far from the evacuation. Frogs freak me out. I’m starting to realize now that crabs aren’t so bad. Mike later admitted that he was sure a frog was somewhere in the house because he had noticed a stream of pee and poop on the bathroom floor. At least it had the decency to do it in the right room. (Little did he know Mr. Frog was sitting directly behind him while he was leaving his own stream in the toilet.)
We headed back to our old place to meet our landlord one last time and say goodbye to new friends. We pulled in to a shirtless Ed whose belly looked smaller when it was hidden and whose buttcrack we wished was still hiding. The inspection went fine and we were only thrown off by one question, “did you use the hot water?” What? Apparently, during our initial culture shock, we weren’t paying close attention when he told us on how to turn the hot water on. Our bad.
Before climbing back into the rental car, Ryan made his way over to say goodbye, but only after showing off his crackhouse cabina. He keyed into a cement cell painted blue furnished with one bunk bed, one full size bed, a nightstand, and a bunny-eared antenna TV. As to how three people could share that room was beyond me, seeing as the three of us could barely share it for three minutes without awkwardly standing between the beds trying to avoid personal bubbles. We were all most impressed by his sheets though, especially the one that clearly doubled as a great-grandmother’s tablecloth, which according to Ryan, was the most comfortable one he had. Following more good lucks, we left him to decide if he’d be calling the Crab Shack his home and headed to Clint’s to remind him that there’s an open invitation to visit us whenever he desired an escape from Parrita. Then to return the car.
Our bus ride back was an hour and a half but not to worry, this time we weren’t trying to beat the sun because our walk wasn’t another hour from our stop. We had heard it was only 10 minutes, and sure enough, 10 it was. Practically like walking up a long driveway.
The only other complaint I have about the place is the nightly noises. I never knew frogs had such a variety of sounds, but our bedroom has front row acoustics of their symphony. And they don’t need a microphone. I guess we can’t be greedy, we’ve still upgraded. Rather than waves singing us to sleep, we now have a chorus of croaks…
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