We evicted the python and moved into “Paradise” during the wet season.  Three weeks of solid rain.  Now we’re watching the grass grow, literally.
For a country residence it needed work to make habitable, though plenty call it home.
The world’s nocturnal croaking frog population camp outside our bedroom window.  At breakfast they handover to the cacophany of cicadas.
Plagues of wayward flying ants shed their wings and become wriggling bodies before expiring squishily underfoot.
Squadrons of geckos and lizards stick to walls and ceilings.
Half a dozen frogs have the toilet as their permanent address.
Some call this serenity!


Photo credit: Aiden Jones (Flckr)


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