It’s that time of year again…now that rainy season is in full swing, signs of life begin to emerge. We inaugurate the new “winter” season in El Salvador – which compares more to spring in temperate climates, with plants bursting green everywhere – with a visit from some friends who emerged from the foliage.
I was literally sitting on the toilet the other day, when in marched Mr. Walking Stick, not in the least concerned I was already in the bathroom. Unable to move, I was grateful to see him on the other side of the bathroom, heading for refuge behind the trash can.
A day later, shortly after blowing my hair out, I spied a strange object on the corner of the dresser mirror.
Was he there the whole time or did he just wiggle his way up there?
Either coming as a voyeur or looking a makeover, I didn’t mind visits from Mr. Stick.
Returning home late evening this same day, what do I find on the pot we use to heat water every day, but a bright, green…
This visitor was a bit more intrusive. Luckily I found it before my husband, as I have learned over the past year or more that Salvadorans are DEATHLY afraid of caterpillars. Who knew? And us Americans, we think they are soooooo cute.
Almost everyone I know from El Salvador says ‘eek’ when seeing a ‘gusano’ or even mentioning one. On a walk with a friend the other day, we passed a small tree / bush that had been cut or fallen partially into the street. She screamed, hopping over the branches, and dashing ahead. “Ewwww, gusanos!” she said. I took a look. In fact, there was a gathering. And they were gorgeous, with bright colors like yellow, black and red. Their fear is not irrational: caterpillars here can give a smart sting, so they learn quick as children ‘Don’t Touch!’