#firstworldproblems…

Remember when I wrote about having a tokay lizard in our house? [[If you don’t know what I’m talking about you should read this post first.]]

Well, they’re back and the other night I sent Tracy this text:

(It’s the bottom text that matters…)

textJanuary 6, 2014, 23:14:

Tokay is above my ceiling making lots of noise tonight.  I keep imagining it biting a hole in the ceiling and falling on me : (

In the morning when I was sharing about my lack of sleep the night prior and about how I just kept throwing pillows at my ceiling to try to scare the thing away, Tracy told me that I’m crazy and that it’s completely unlikely that anything would chew through my ceiling.

She’s right.

I have a highly active imagination and sometimes I let it get the best of me.

Inhale.  Exhale.

Phew.

Well…

Tonight I took this picture:

hole

What’s so special about this photo, you may be asking yourself.  What is Caleb doing?

Oh, you know…. nothing… he’s just patching up the HOLE that was EATEN THROUGH MY CEILING!!!!!!!!!!!

IT ATE A HOLE THROUGH MY CEILING!!!!!!!!!!!

THE FREAKING TOKAY ATE A HOLE THROUGH MY FREAKING CEILING!!!

BAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  AJADLKJ;AKDJF;KJASDLKJALKJADKL!

I’ve done a lot of jumping and yelling and freaking out this past 45 minutes.

I am not a happy camper tonight my friends. Nope. Not at all.

Where is the Tokay?

I don’t know.  Probably in my pillow case…waiting to burrow into my head full of warm hair.  It is cold season and the tokay is cold blooded.  He’s just there waiting for me to fall asleep.

But OOOOOH HO HO tokay–I’m smarter than you–I’m totally not sleeping tonight… or EVER AGAIN!!! Good luck burrowing into my hair!  GOOOO-OOOD LUCK!

Anyway, this probably doesn’t fit under that category of #firstworldproblems.  No,this is my life.  This is my life.

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12 responses to “#firstworldproblems…

  1. Natalie

    Hahahahaha I love you Samara!

    • samara marie

      This is no laughing matter, Natalie, this is real life.

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  2. As much as I love this, you’re right that it’s not a first-world problem. In the first world, we would eradicate such species before building a mini-mansion on top of their habitat. ‘MURICA.

    • samara marie

      right, i suppose the title is meant more ironically. i don’t even live in the first world.

  3. Amy omaha

    Aaaaahhhhh! I’m even freakin’ out o’er here across the ocean!! Can you construct some sort of “Samara tent”// acquire some sort of astronaut suit of some sort for protection?

  4. mom

    GOD doesn’t give you a spirit of fear!
    Use your authority in Christ and tell them to leave.
    If you have the faith the size of a mustard seed you can move mountains or in this case Tokay.
    This is your life! You were called to Thailand to minister to the unbeliving. Let God use you to tell the Tokay to leave…. 🙂
    Love you

  5. gramma Sharon

    can u stay at Dim’s until it is gone? or get a heater to attract it then make it get out of your domain? nasty tokay anyway…. wear a hat like the pioneers did… they must have had a reason to wear those hats at night … ugh

  6. Paul

    Hebrews 13:2 “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.”

  7. Caleb

    Paul is right

  8. so in one of the race teams that came to Mukono, there was a girl who put her tent on top of the bed to sleep.
    she claimed the mosquito net wasn’t protection enough.
    i kind of doubt you have your tent lying around there, but now i have this image in my head of you in your tent, on your bed – and somehow that’s normal!?
    love you

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