I'll bet you thought you were done with reading blog posts from us for a few days didn't you?! LOL....well....we thought so too until tonight!
After a VERY quiet day where the biggest decision was whether or not it was time to go back into the pool and the activities ranged from count how many coconuts you can see when you're in the water to float on your back and see what shapes the clouds are creating we decided to go out for dinner. This time we went into the tourist part of Lovina which is right off the public square at the dolphin statue and for the most part is just one little street that runs perpendicular to the beach.
We'd only been on that street for a minute when we were dragged into a shop where they had mama sizes (I think that is the nice way to say 'big' in Bali). In no time Lynda had her pants off (again) and they were fitting her into a traditional Balinese skirt and top. Honestly, it looked great! You wouldn't think the colours and patterns would work together but they do and these Balinese have a real eye for what should go together and what colour people should wear etc.
I'll just leave it to say that purchases were made and we were on our way again in search of dinner. Eventually we found dinner at the Sea Breeze Hotel right on the beach and it was another fantastic meal. On top of that they had an acoustic trio that spent the night entertaining us.
We'd made arrangements with Ketut to pick us up and so getting a ride home was no problem. Once here though....the FUN began!
Perhaps I should start by saying that the wash bucket that Lynda found a massive bug under when she picked it up the other morning will come into play in this story too.
I went into Lynda's room to collect my iPad from the power source that is there. While I was bending down to unplug my power cord I noticed a slight movement in my peripheral vision. There was a frog in Lynda's room! Damn, I'm glad it's not in mine! Alas...I cannot not tell her soooo...when she returned from the bathroom I disclosed the truth. She had company and he was likely just a prince in disguise but neither of us wanted to kiss him so....a plan was discussed. This is where the bucket comes in!
That little frog was behind Lynda's wardrobe (which is too huge to move) and when she looked for him back there she also noticed a MASSIVE spider. Since I am practically spider woman since the other night I grabbed my trusty flip flops (one for me and one for her) and we went in armed to kill. I have learned (through trial and error) that the throwing action is a science. It is a combination of wrist and elbow action as well as thumb placement. Lynda positioned herself strategically on the other side of the wardrobe (in case I missed - which was highly unlikely) and I took aim. I let that flip flop fly and with a single strike that spider was done for. He barely had time to twitch! Honestly I kind of surprised myself! For those of you who have been following along regularly with this blog you will recall the proficiency we've developed for balance beam competition. We have now decided that the olympic committee should consider an added feature of flip flop throwing while on balance beam with an expectation that the targets will be alive and moving. Hmmmm....wasn't it the Romans who started this whole olympic stuff and didn't they also kill live things in arenas? Well....this is a much more highly evolved killing sport. LOL (Yep...cabin fever has set in here)
To cut to the end of the story...the spider is dead and Lynda still has a flip flop in hand. Unfortunately she skipped the lesson in how to throw and her feeble attempt to scare that little frog out from behind the wardrobe was pathetic to say the least! It was a clear indication that she will never make the Olympic trials...I'm gonna have to go this one alone! I was finally able to retrieve my feebly thrown flip flop and then further able to scare that little frog just enough to send him out in Lynda's direction where she had only to drop the bucket on the little guy. Guess what...she skipped that class too! Yes, she missed the damn frog! Now the frog is along the wall at the head of her bed. Had I not told her that he would likely just croak all night we might have been able to leave him there but alas....I had slipped up and planted the seed so she wanted him gone.
Somehow that frog managed to hide under her floor lamp still at the head of her bed (which is king size by the way). I was able to maneuver the lamp, drop the bucket, and capture the prince. The problem now was that the bucket wouldn't fit between the bed post and the wall. Oh No! Perhaps he won't be able to croak under the bucket I said. LOL. Lynda laughed....no way she wanted him at the head of her bed all night bucket or no bucket. In fact, she threatened that she would wake me up in the middle of the night to finish the job if he so much as made a tiny peep let along a full throaty croak. So...I finished the job.
I squished that bucket till it would fit. My dad taught me that if it doesn't work or fit just push harder. LOL. Honestly, they tell us that doesn't work but this time it did and now the bucket was free to be moved. How to move a frog under a bucket along a king sized bed, across a huge room, down a hallway, out a door, across a patio, and to some kind of safety in the gardens around here. I bent over and pushed and sweated because it is about 1000 degrees in here tonight as the fans haven't been going. My full belly is not happy about my bent over position and the warm fuzzy feeling from being serenaded at the beachfront is fast disappearing. But....I persevered and other than Lynda taking a very brief turn (she's not very good at this either) the bucket was finally at the edge of the patio and ready for release.
Lynda got her flashlight so we could make sure we hadn't lost the little bugger somewhere en route. Sure enough there he was....just sitting and looking a little stunned. I would be too if some big bucket got dropped over me and then I got pushed/rolled/maneuvered/squished/etc all that way. In the end that little frog was just fine and once he had untangled himself from his adventure off he hopped into the garden beside the patio.
Whew! Finished and time for bed but no....not so easy.....there is that damn squeaky toy gecko making a HUGE racket and sounding like he is somewhere lower than the roof. Every time Lynda gets close enough to try to see where he is he stops squawking and becomes invisible again. Oh well....life in the jungle....who said it would be easy?!
Till next time,
L & L
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