Some PCVs have pet cats, or dogs. Not me. I have a pet toad.
The rains have arrived. And so has Edward the toad. One day I found him hopping around in my room. I threw him outside and he hopped right around the corner to my douche and moved into the the hole in the wall where water drains from my “shower” area. He is great company. I know he won’t be around for very long (aka. Until the rains start pouring down), but for the time being I like talking to him. He likes to come hangout in the water after I buckbath (P.S. In case you were wondering, yes, bucketbath is totally a verb).
My family thinks its hilarious that I named him and they often ask me how he is. On days when he is not there, my sister Mariata likes to tease me and ask if he’s called. When I say no she tells me that he is a bad friend and I shouldn’t let him move back in.
Oh Toubaks, we’re always good for a laugh.
I have uploaded some pictures of Edward for you all to admire. I didn’t think I would have a pet in the Peace Corps, but he hasn’t really given me a choice. When there are big rainstorms he is incredibly loud and sometimes I even talk to him. Mostly to yell at him to shut up.
Because he has become such an important figure in my life, I have decided to write a little Haiku about him.
Ode to a Toad
He lives in my douche
Hopping and croaking all night
I call him Edward
(Oh, and I do realize the silliness of this blog entry, but you know, sometimes you need to embrace the silly things so that you can have the strength to face the tragic ones.)