A New Chapter

So that's it...the end is here.  I am officially an RPCV, or Returned Peace Corps Volunteer.  No more teaching, village life, or government stipend.  I feel so alone.  Leaving Newala was hard.  There are so many people there that I care so much about.  I spent about a week trying to get through all of the goodbyes.  Some tears were shed, but we had a happy going away party at the beach house in Mtwara.  Lots of beer, food, and friends.  After that, adventures really started happening.  A group of 9 volunteers all joined forces and made the trek to Pemba, an island just north of Zanzibar.  After getting doped up on motion sickness meds, we took the ferry to Pemba and then a bus to the north of the island.  We then had the pleasure to stay at Swahili Divers.  There, we took a 4-day scuba diving certification course.  The fish and corals were amazing as were the staff.  And we all passed with flying colors!  Hooray for us! After getting certified, we headed back to Zanzibar to hand out for a day and then on to Dar es Salaam for our close-of-service.  Over three days, I had to poop in sample jars, pee in 1, get a TB test, blood work, dental, close my bank account, and meet with our country director.  As of October 24th, 2012 I finished all of my work and got my "R," becoming an RPCV.  After that, I just hung around hanging out with friends and sadly watching one person after the other leave.  Fun, but a little depressing.  After entirely too much time in Dar, 3 other volunteers and I boarded the train for Zambia.  We traveled in class, having a first class coach all to ourselves.  We passed the 2 days on the train by playing almost non-stop card games.  The ride went incredibly smoothly, besides having to deal with not-so-nice immigration around midnight until the end.  About 10 kilometers from where the train ended, we just so happened to hit a lorry, or a truck, carrying tons of corn.  We only hit the trailer and no one was hurt so it was all good.  We were delayed a hit though because everyone, villagers and all the train employees, went nuts pillaging all of the corn.  It was mass chaos with everyone filling bags and buckets and anything they could get their hands on with corn.  This in turn started a bit of looting so we just locked ourselves in our cabin and rode out the chaos there.  After all the corn had been had, we rolled in to Kapiri Mposhi, Zambia around 8:30 p.m. only to hop on another bus to Lusaka.  We finally rolled in to Lusaka around 12:00 a.m and made our way to the backpacking hostel there.  The next morning, we boarded another bus to get down to Livingstone, where we were staying to see Victoria Falls.  We got in a little late so we just hung around the backpackers hostel in Livingstone, drank a couple beers, and crashed early.  The next morning, we headed to see Victoria Falls.  In one of the many Zambian languages it is called Mosi-oa-tunya, which means "the smoke that thunders."    Our first stop there was the bridge that crosses the Zambezi River.  Halfway across the bridge is the border between Zambia and Zimbabwe so we had some fun hopping from one country to the other.  Right at the border, you can also bungee jump 111m, do "the swing" which is a 70m free fall into a swing, and zip line.  The rest of us didn't have the money for that day, so Colin was up first, going big and completing all three of the jumps.  After getting pumped full of adrenaline, we headed into the park area and walked around, looking at the falls from the Zambia side.  We then hopped on over to Zimbabwe and saw the falls from that angle too.  Words of wisdom: if you end up at Victoria Falls during dry season, Zimbabwe's side is far superior.  The next morning, we headed back to the falls to walk to "the Devil's pool."  During dry season, the water gets low enough that you can walk across the falls to the area that is still going full force.  Once there, there is this one little area of the falls that has a natural wall and a slow enough current that you don't plummet to your death when you jump into it.  Once into the pool, our guide held our feet while we each took turns leaning out over the falls.  It was incredible and I would highly suggest it to anyone wanting to make the trip.  After "Devil's pool" we headed back to the bridge for our turn to jump.  Kathryn and I both went for the triple combo.  First, we zip lined across the gorge, which was not at all scary and despite the harness riding up in to uncomfortable places was super chill.  After that, it was time to step it up a notch.  Kathryn and I decided to the swing tandem.  The got us each in our harnesses and then hooked us all up.  We creeped our way to the edge and on the count of 3 made the jump.  I have one word to describe it. TERRIFYING.  Basically you just step out into the air and then we were instructed to keep our legs together and try to stay vertical.  Lets just say that my legs don't listen when I'm freefalling 70 meters and they decided to do some sort of bicyle-esque jig in midair, twisting me this way and that.  I figured it out right at the end though and we went into the swing part smoothly.  After that, you swing over the Zambezi River rapids for a while until they make it down to pick you up.   After our swing, both Kathryn and I were a little shaken and said we needed a bit of a break.  We went for a short walk and sat a bit in the shade before I had to tell my brain to shut the heck up and get back there for my next jump.  I volunteered to be first to bungee.  After getting into my harness, they sit you down and wrap your legs in towels and a strap that looks entirely too puny to support you.  They then hook your feet to what is essentially a giant rubber band.  Next, you awkwardly waddle to the edge, avoiding looking down at much as you can.  The last step is pretty obvious right?  You swan dive off the bridge.  Bungee was so much more fun that the swing.  There is something way more natural about jumping head first off a 130-meter bridge than feet first. After the initial down, you get about 4 good bounces after that, going almost halfway back up for another little drop.  You then just hang out upside down until they come get you.  I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head there was so much blood up in there.  Pretty much its been an incredible few days in Zambia/Zimbabwe and it makes me even sadder to leave Africa.  I almost considered cancelling my flights and catching a bus to Namibia instead, but my friend I'm meeting up with would kill me.  So tomorrow, we head back to Lusaka and then Tuesday I'm heading to Rome for 4 weeks of Europe.  I might update about that, might not.  Stay safe.  Peace out!

Just Call Me "Jane" :A month of monkeying around

Come one, come all! To hear about my month!

So I've had a pretty great past month! To kick it all off, I got to see my entire training class at our Close of Service Conference, or in PC lingo COS Conference. We spent an entire week eating Indian food, being weird with friends, and talking about our nearing returns to “Merica! Peace Corps puts us up at this super nice resort on the beach and treats us right. I guess they are making up for 2 years of dirt and grime? It was so surreal to talk about our end of service. Is 2 years seriously already up? Sometimes I'm not so sure I'm ready to return to the real world.

After COS Conference, we headed on to the capital of Tanzania, Dodoma. Tanzania is a very odd place in the fact that their capital is pretty lame. After the switch of capitals, all of the embassies and important buildings stayed behind in Dar es Salaam, making parliament the only peeps to move. All the same, we had fun, eating Italian, pizza, and chinese and catching up on laundry. Dodoma will also be the home of my dear, cool friend, Kathryn, and she was able to see where she will live and work. We also discovered one of her town crazies, a man that daily runs down the street into oncoming traffic, blowing a whistle, and carrying a hoe...we shall call him “Crazy Whistling Suicide Running Man.” After we'd eaten our way around Dodoma, we headed north west by way of Singida.

Now there isn't a whole lot in Singida, but I like it. It has a weird, desolate terrain with huge, random boulders that reminds me of some alien landscape. It also has this one bar where the owner, Baba Raziki, treats you well. He fills you to the brim with roasted goat and ugali and scares away all the creeps. Basically, he's just precious. After our one night in Singida, we went to the bus stand for our “9:00” bus. Not too surprisingly, we were on the road again around 11:00. I do have to say that I have never seen cockroaches on a bus before. It is kinda the last thing you expect to skitter across the aisle and adds a certain element of nasty to the ride. Speaking of nasty, there was also a mama that tried to get her son to poop in a bag in the aisle and missed, resulting in one messy aisle. Anywho, 7 short hours later, we arrived in Mwanza, home of Lake Victoria.

Lake Victoria...that pile o' rocks is Bismark Rocks

As it was getting dark, we found a guest house, ran and got some food, and returned to the promise of hot showers. The first person's shower was too cold. Lucky enough, my shower, the second, was just right. And breaking from Goldilock's trend, the third shower was not too hot. It was just plain explosive. Some apparently important piece of the faucet broke and instead of a rainfall of pleasant water, Kathryn got a face-full of fire hydrant'esqe water. We then had a show down with the drunk employees of the guest house, resulting in a woman trying to kiss Kathryn in the shower and lots of yelling. This ended in a depressing bucket bath for Kathryn and the bleak promise that the problem would be fixed the next morning. Surprisingly, this did happen. Hazzah for showers! The next couple of days, we hung out and did what Peace Corps volunteers do, eat. We also had a couple more friends meet up with us and we had us a gay ol' time with good food and okay drinks. After our couple days of relaxing and gazing upon Lake Victoria, we were on the move. Can't get too comfortable, can we? Saturday morning, we were in the cab at 3 a.m and at the bus stand by 3:30 a.m. By 4 a.m, we were loaded on our bus. At 4:01 a.m, I was passed out and woke only briefly to realize we were being ferried across part of Lake Victoria, not waking again until around 6:30. So you always feel dirty after bus rides, but after 15 hours busing down red dirt roads, we looked like the cast of “Jersey Shores.” You probably could have drawn designs in our layers of dirt. Despite being dirty and tired, we had arrived in Kigoma on the shores of Lake Tanganyika. After much needed showers and a night's sleep, we walked around figuring out our next move. We were hoping to go to Gombe Stream on Sunday, but due to no ferry running, we hung out at Jacobson's Beach. Now if you ever find yourself in western Tanzania, you should definitely swing by this beach. Its a little secluded cove with crystal clear water and red sand. It was beautiful and relaxing and gave me a real hillbilly place to wash my shirt from the bus ride the day before. Don't judge me!

Jacobson's Beach

Vervet monkey friends at the beach

On Monday, we made our way to Gombe Stream. Gombe Steam is on the shores of Lake Tanganyika and is the site where Jane Goodall did her chimp research. The research is amazingly still ongoing, being called home by the fifth generation of chimpanzee researchers. It really was an incredible experience. We had to hike for 6 hours, but we found a family group of about 15 chimps and got to observe them for a while, including watching them eat a Red Colobus Monkey. All I have to say is I could eat that baby chimp up with a spoon is was so cute! Also, in the camp, the monkey fun didn't end. We were sharing our quarters with the baboons. Now that sounds more fun than it actually is. Being the cheap volunteers we are, we brought all of our own food. This included bread for lunches and breakfasts. Our very first morning, we were sitting down to a lovely breakfast of bread, bananas, and peanut butter, when all of a sudden, a big ol' mama baboon with a baby on her belly runs in the door. For a second, we all froze, staring into the eyes of pure evil, or a hungry baboon if you don't want to be too dramatic. Then, she made the move, jumping onto our table sending us all flying to the other corner, watching helplessly as she grabbed out bread and ran out the door. So in about 5 seconds flat, we lost about half of our food to the grabby paws of that baboon-terror. Observing all of this was a cute little Canadian family. Now I've always been told that Canadians are insanely nice, and by told I mean that I love “How I Met Your Mother” and they always talk about that. Now, I believe! After our long hike, we return tired and a little hungry to find that the Canadians had bought a replacement loaf and left it for us like a bunch of bread-fairies! It was the best surprise ever! After all of the excitement of Gombe Stream, we returned to civilization and boarded LV Liemba, bound for Kisanga on the southern shores of Tanganyika.

Ferry to Gombe Stream



Our empty breadbag...pictured with who I can only assume was an accomplice to the crime

Hike break

Making our way to the chimps

Found em!

1-year-old peewee

2-year-old peewee

 

Hooray for friends!

This boat was originally build by the Germans during World World II and now serves as a ferry from the north part of the lake to the south. Seeing as there were five of us, 2 got a first class cabin and 3 got a second class cabin, thinking there would be enough space for us all to hang out in the bigger second class cabin. We were not wrong about that, but what we didn't realize before hand was there would be no air flow down in the second class cabin, or shall I call it the fiery doorstep of Hades. It was hot. In order to get any sleep, I slept with my feet sticking out of the porthole by my bed. Our 48 hours on the boat was overall cooler and fun, though. We read and played cards and made new friends, arriving to our destination without sinking to our watery grave! I know its probably irrational, but that is my fear in Tanzania. I instinctively plan my escape and locate all flotation devices. I've seen the state that the buses are in in Tanzania and truly believe that this fear is not just me being dramatic.

 

 

 

My porthole

 

Life boats

 

The majestic LV Liemba

Upon arrival in Kasanga, we made plans to visit Kalambo Falls the next day. Kalambo Falls are the second highest single drop waterfall in Africa, plunging about 215 meters. After a boat ride and few hours hiking, we arrived to a breathtaking view and a hoard of gnats, ready to coat out sweaty bodies. After fighting off gnats long enough to eat a snack and take a somewhat acceptable picture, we made our way back to our guest house. The next morning, we had another fun 17.5 hours of travel, we arrived in chilly Mbeya, where we are now recovering and licking our wounds, preparing for our returns home. Overall, an incredible month of travel and time with friends. Basically, I love my job.

Almost a decent picture with the falls

Kalambo Falls

Ninja games with Kasanga village kids

 

That's all for now folks! Peace Out!

MIA

Dear friends!! Sorry for being MIA for so long.  So much has happened in the last few months so here is a quick-ish recap.
First of all, the volunteers in my region organized a girls' empowerment conference.  This involved 5 days of sessions covering self-esteem, menstruation, HIV prevention, and so on.  Every volunteer brought 4 girls, so overall, we had about 60 girls running around, acting like crazy yahoos!  Now when you get a bunch of American girls together, they paint nails, braid hair, and talk about boys.  Tanzanian girls might do some of that, I'm not really sure, but they do something that is unheard of.  They wash clothes...a lot of clothes.  In fact, they used every drop of our bathing water every day of the conference washing every stitch of clothing that they had worn that day.  Pretty much though, the conference was a blast.  The girls learned so much and for once, I felt like I was doing my job.

 

After the excitement of girls conference, school wound on down and I counted down the days till family came.  And let me tell you, I had an entire troop of family visit: my mom, dad, aunt, uncle, cousin, 3 sisters, and 1 brother.  It was a whole lot of entertaining, tour guiding, and translating, but it was such an outstanding month of family.  For the first couple days, they got to see the excitement that is Newala.  I even convinced 1 sister, a brother, and my dad to stay at my house, even using the pit latrine.  Everyone got to see the market, my school, and meet all of my friends.  After Mtwara, we went on to Zanzibar.  We stayed in my favorite hotel called Zenji.  It is a little bed and breakfast that has the greatest staff in the world.  Zanzibar was incredible, as always.  We went on a spice tour, prison island to visit the giant tortoises, snorkeled, visited monkeys at Jozani forest, swam with dolphins, and of course, shopped till we dropped.  By the end of our time on Zanzibar, I was besties with a good number of the shop owners.  After Zanzibar, we headed up north for a safari.  It was incredible.  All of the hotels were insanely nice and I stuffed myself silly every day on scrumptious foods...nom, nom, nom!!  All in all, we hit up Lake Manyara, Ngorogoro Crater, and Serengeti parks.  We saw everything: elephants, cape buffalo, lions, leopards, cheetahs, and everything else.  We also had a pretty fun cultural experience also.  We went to visit the Wadatoga tribe.  During our visit, we got to a home and talk with the women and then visit the men who are expert blacksmiths.  They demonstrated how they make brass jewelery and arrowheads and tried to teach my brother how to play a fiddle-like instrument.  The next morning, we also got to join the Hadza tribe on a morning hunt.  We showed up to their campfire, and first thing we see is a kid around fourteen, tokin' on a joint.  Just what you want, the group that will be shooting bow and arrows around you getting nice and stoned.  It turned out alright though, as in nobody got shot.  They did manage to shoot some birds and a kangaroo shrew (rat-like thing).
Really, it meant so much my family coming to visit.  I was so excited to show the crew where I have lived for the past two years.  Karibu to anyone else that wants to fit in a last minute visit before my time here is up in October.  Well that's all folks!

Babies on the spice tour

Aldabra Giant Tortoise

Red Colobus Monkey on Zanzibar

Ripley Sea Turtle

Masai warrior

Grinding corn flour

Wadatoga tribe

Playing music with the Wadatoga tribe

Practice shooting with the Hadza tribe

Coffee plantation

Mtwara airport

Entrance to Ngorogoro Crater

Mtwara

Peace out!

Every Child Deserves a 5th Birthday

Today is World Malaria Day.  Malaria has a special significance in Tanzania.  Malaria is Tanzania's top killer.  Malaria has an every day presence here: mosquito nets, anti-malarial pills, bug spray.  Not every one is as lucky to have access to such things to protect themselves, though.  I've known too many people that have suffered from malaria.  One of my Form III students last year was hospitalized from cerebral malaria.  It changed him.  He started as one of my top students and after the disease had run it's course, he could not read or write and his personality had changed.  So much of this suffering could be prevented through simple education and behavior change.  Use you net.  Go get tested early.  Take your full prescription of medicine.  Unfortunately, this is not the happening.

To celebrate World Malaria Day at school, we borrowed a projector from a nearby school, and gathered all of the students to watch "Chumo."  This is an educational, yet entertaining, film about malaria that was specifically made for Tanzania.  The kids loved it!  Watching my students watch this movie was like watching people at a live sporting event.  They cheered for the good guy, booed at the bad guy, and laughed at some really weird stuff.  Watching them was entertainment enough for me.  All I can hope is that they took some valuable lessons away and will take measures to protect themselves an their families.  

All the students gathering to watch 'Chumo"

My headmaster leading the pre-viewing discussion about malaria

Happy World Malaria Day everyone!

Peace out!

"Planet Earth" Happenings

So I had some very creepy happenings take place in my courtyard today.  There I am, just minding my own business, when this giant black wasp with blue wings and orangey-yellow antennas starts zooming around.  I go in for a better look when the thing lands near me and crawls in to a hole.  This wasp is actually digging a burrow.  Weird, right?  All I could think was "well this was much less creepy on Planet Earth."  I watched for a while.  After the wasp seemed to get the hole cleared out to its satisfaction, it went walking around.  Pretty soon, it found what it was looking for, a giant dead spider.  Now the pictures do not do it justice.  This spider was about twice the size of the wasp.  Well, after the wasp tracked down its kill, it dragged it back to the hole and took it right in.  Then it started doing what I can only assume was laying eggs.  It would vibrate and then put some dirt in, repeat.  Strange.  It did this until the spider was covered.  Well, with my extensive background in zoology (Plant Earth/Discovery channel) and later confirmation on google, I can tell you that the wasp had stung the spider, thus paralyzing it.  It then puts it in the burrow, and buries it with eggs.  Then when the little creepy wasp babies hatch, they have an instant meal.  This my friends, is the Digger Wasp.

First, the wasp dug a nice burrow.  Home, sweet, home.

The wasp dragging the spider into the burrow

Night, Night, spider

Lastly, the wasp layed eggs and filled in the hole

Critter Update

So this last weekend, I had a not so enjoyable Saturday adventure.  My school has been lucky enough to receive a much-needed Math/Physics teacher.  In preparing for this teacher, the students gave the house next to me a thorough scrub down.  While cleaning, I'm not sure what they poured down our pit latrine, but the cockroaches did not like it and being the scrappy little survivors they are, they decided to escape through the hole on my side of the outhouse.  P.S. Is there an equivalent word that doesn't make my toilet situation sound so pathetic...how about "exterior lavatory?" That sounds so much classier.  Anyway, when I got home from the market, I noticed that there was an unusual influx of cockroaches into my hallway.  When I opened my back door, they were everywhere: crawling the walls, in my shower, under buckets, being dragged kicking and screaming into holes by my giant ant friends.  When I opened the "exterior lavatory" door though, I hit the mother load.  The entire closet-sized room was carpeted with these disgusting little pests.  I promptly went to fetch my industrial strength bug spray.  I'm serious, this stuff knocks wasps from the air, singes the hair in my nostrils, and I would not be surprised will someday be linked to my imminent lung cancer.  Unfortunately, after about 2 seconds of spraying, the can ran dry and I had to resort to hand-to-hand, or in this case more like foot-to-head combat.  It must have been quite a sight, me hopping around a 3 by 4 room, crunching and squirting bug guts everywhere accompanied by my shrieks when I missed and the bug crawled over my foot.  Lets just say it was not pretty.  Luckily, the giant black ants were on my side, waging war against their yummy enemy.  This battle took me all morning, and I am still finding stray cockroaches days later, but in the end, I will prevail.  This is my house, bugs! 

In other critter news, I seem to have overcome my crippling fear of mice.  I had a mouse that was refusing to remove itself from my shower drainage hole.  I tried to flush it outside by poking at it with my broomstick, but this guy was not having it.  Instead of fleeing, like any normal mouse, this thing lunged back.  I went to get some students to help.  A boy stuck his machete in the hole and flushed it into the shower, while I swung at it with the stick.  Unfortunately, my stick-swinging aim needs work and I missed.  The mouse escaped into my yard and out through a hole.  I haven't seen him again though and my students got a good show of me running around trying to whack a mouse with a stick, so everyone went away happy.  Side note: I'm actually not so sure this thing was even a mouse...it looked more like a mole, but I wasn't able to snap a picture due to the fact I was too busy trying to kill whatever it was. 

I would also like to give a great big shout out to my grandma, Mum, and here Women's group at St. Thomas in Pawhuska, Oklahoma.  They donated enough pencils and pencil sharpeners for every single student at my school.  No more having to wait for about 60 plus students to share 5'ish pencils.  No more watching them hack at the nubs of pencils with a straight edge razor to crudely sharpen.  The students were so excited and I am so appreciative of their support!  Thank you so much!!

Peace Corps Reality

So, it is so hard to try to sum up our actual experience in Peace Corps.  This was posted by a Peace
Corps Ethiopia volunteer and throughout reading it, I was nodding my head saying "Yea! Me too!"  And yes, that does mean I talk to myself...a lot.  I hope everyone enjoys!

http://waidsworld.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/the-real-peace-corps/

Peace out!

Back to TZ

So what can I say about the holidays? They were nearly perfect.  I got to go home, take part in my cousin's wedding, see friends, and spend every second I could with my family.  A little word of advice to any future or current Peace Corps Volunteer: if you have even the smallest thought of quitting, do not go home.  If I did not feel that me job was unfinished, I'm not sure how I would have left me family again.  My first few days back in Tanzania were just plain depressing.  I missed my family more than I had the rest of my service.  Luckily for me, I did not have to go straight back to my site and wallow in my self-pity.  I hung around Dar and my entire class got together for our Mid-Service Conference, MSC.  It is always amazing to see our class.  I'm sure every group says it, but I'm almost positive that our training class is the best there is.  For almost a week, we had medical check-ups, sessions, yummy food, and good friends.  It really made for a nice transition back to country.  At the end of it all, Peace Corps even flew us back down to Mtwara because the rains have turned the road into a muddy, soupy mess.  Not to shabby.  After a night in Mtwara Town, we loaded up onto a bus and about 7 hours later, VOI LA, I was home.  Now I'm not the type of person to admit this face-to-face, but something about writing it seems so detached.  When I got to my house, I sat on my floor and had myself a good cry.  I sat there until Duck, my cat, started biting me, probably telling me to "shut the heck up," so then I transferred my little water works session into my bedroom.  I was exhausted, my electricity was out, and I was just not too happy about being back.  Luckily, the next day started to look up a little bit.  I went to the market and visited with all of my favorites and handed out presents.  Juice Man is now rockin' an Oklahoma State University keychain.  I also gave Mr. Ubwabwa, a.k.a. the cutest little, old man alive, a pencil for his kiddo that is in school.  He was ecstatic and started running around, showing everyone his cow print, Oklahoma pencil.  Monday, we kicked off school.  The first week was pretty much the same as always, no real classes happening and a lot of kids running around cleaning.  I spent a lot of my week also reclaiming my house from the critters that had taken over.  This included massacring about 200 cockroaches that had taken up residence in my shower room.  My least pleasant houseguest I found at 9:30 at night.  I was opening my door to let Duck out of my room for the night and I saw something long and black and thought, "My that's a large centipede."  I then got the door open enough to see that it was in fact, a black snake about 2-feet-long.  So of course I snatch Duck up and slam the door.  Since I still did not have electricity, I grabbed my handy-dandy headlamp and then went to investigate.  The snake, being the creepy crawler it is, had vanished.  Lets just say I wasn't willing to be the "out of sight, out of mind" sort of girl, so I locked Duck in my room, grabbed my machete from the kitchen, and went hunting.  It didn't take long to locate the sick-nasty creature my couch.  I stood on my coffee table, hopefully out of striking distance, and used to machete to pry all the cushions off the couch.  I was able to flush him out, but he was a quick little bugger and made it behind my bookshelf, no problem.  I then scooted the coffee table over to the shelf and stood on it while I slid the shelf out.  I got the table out far enough and threw a rock that I prop a window open with at the snake, making contact and slowing him down.  I then went to town with my machete.  Lesson learned: I need to get my machete sharpened.  I did manage to kill the snake though in a blunt-force trauma sort of way.  Now I'm not sure if this guy was a Black Mamba, but I think it’s safer to just assume that all black snakes around here are.  The only way to really tell is to see inside of its mouth, its black with a Black Mamba, and I wasn't really to willing the explore that.  Anyways, its dead and gone and I have my house back to myself.  I showed the picture and told the story to all the staff at my school and I got told that it was dangerous and congrats on my kill.  

 In other news, my old club soccer coaches, Dee Friend and Chuck Lynn donated new soccer uniforms for my girls.  We finally got some of the team together last week to model.  I want to thank Dee and Chuck so much!  The girls were so excited and I made them promise that they would not let any boys wear the new jerseys.  No more shabby leftovers, they are lookin' sharp!

On a cute note...my favorite bug in Tanzania