Destination: Central America
My wife and I recently took a trip to Costa Rica. Traveling to a foreign land where the only words you know are “dos cerveza” can be a little intimidating. But the trip was fantastic. We zip-lined from treetops in the forest, went white water rafting, sat in the hot springs of Tabacon and witnessed giant tendrils of lava roll down a nearby volcano after an eruption.
One thing Costa Rica could do without are the bugs. We stayed at a secluded bungalow in the rainforest. The room was beautiful complete with dual Jacuzzis, a fireplace, and a shower resembling a rock waterfall. And then there was the bed.
Before leaving for Costa Rica we had naturally checked out some pictures of our room online. The one thing that caught my eye was the bed had sheer decorations draped around the canopy. I had convinced myself that it was just decoration and tried to keep all thoughts of that Expedia commercial out of my mind. So as we toured the room, I immediately went bedside to examine the decorations. Yep…It was mosquito netting. And judging by gaps under the door heading to the open patio, we were going to need it.
Our first evening, my wife calmly pointed out that there was a bug on the vanity. I was not so calm. I froze like Peter Brady when he had the tarantula on him in Hawaii. This was no bug. It was Mothra. It was a huge brown moth-like creature (probably poisonous) hunkered down beneath the mirror.
“Aren’t you going to kill it?” my wife asked.
“Are you crazy? That thing probably has fangs.”
“Well what are you going to do?”
I did what any rational male would do who was unafraid to show the chinks in his armor of masculinity… I ran out of the bathroom and dove onto the bed immediately sealing off all entrances using the mosquito netting. My wife would have to fend for herself. Within minutes, I heard the distinct swooshing sound of wings flapping. It was airborne. We had reached Defcon 1.
I stayed up most of the night. The light from the television would occasionally attract Mothra so I could keep my eye on him. In the morning he was gone. I looked like hell but we were safe. I had done my job as protector of the family.
One thing Costa Rica could do without are the bugs. We stayed at a secluded bungalow in the rainforest. The room was beautiful complete with dual Jacuzzis, a fireplace, and a shower resembling a rock waterfall. And then there was the bed.
Before leaving for Costa Rica we had naturally checked out some pictures of our room online. The one thing that caught my eye was the bed had sheer decorations draped around the canopy. I had convinced myself that it was just decoration and tried to keep all thoughts of that Expedia commercial out of my mind. So as we toured the room, I immediately went bedside to examine the decorations. Yep…It was mosquito netting. And judging by gaps under the door heading to the open patio, we were going to need it.
Our first evening, my wife calmly pointed out that there was a bug on the vanity. I was not so calm. I froze like Peter Brady when he had the tarantula on him in Hawaii. This was no bug. It was Mothra. It was a huge brown moth-like creature (probably poisonous) hunkered down beneath the mirror.
“Aren’t you going to kill it?” my wife asked.
“Are you crazy? That thing probably has fangs.”
“Well what are you going to do?”
I did what any rational male would do who was unafraid to show the chinks in his armor of masculinity… I ran out of the bathroom and dove onto the bed immediately sealing off all entrances using the mosquito netting. My wife would have to fend for herself. Within minutes, I heard the distinct swooshing sound of wings flapping. It was airborne. We had reached Defcon 1.
I stayed up most of the night. The light from the television would occasionally attract Mothra so I could keep my eye on him. In the morning he was gone. I looked like hell but we were safe. I had done my job as protector of the family.
posted by Derek, Tracy & Calvin at 12:20 PM
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