I think of the newly lived adventure. The crowded train. We sitting in the hall. Tea fields are out the window: we are finally in the highlands ... clean, fresh air, nature!
I clean myself, shot the chain. I look at the toilet to see if the toilet paper is gone and surprise! What I see is not paper, they are two yellow eyes that look at me from below.
“Ahhh! Ai Dioooos! A frog in the bathroom! ”
"Than? Where?"
“Yes! I've pulled the chain and a frog has come out! ”
“But how did it come out? It looks like it was already there! ”
God. If the frog comes to jump while I pee to know what happens. I see the newspapers "New case of bungabunga: Italian backpacker raped by frog Srilankesa”
"Lety, there isn't a frog there are 2 in the toilet and one in the wall"
“How disgusting uncle! You have to take them out! ”
CRIME SCENE
Said and done. In 2 minutes Rober and Jordi already have a test kit of mc guiver consisting of:
- Basket of pink plastic (this is where we will deposit the peeper amphibians)
- Towel (With this we will cover them so that their leaps are frustrated)
- Waterjet from the tap clean ass (the idea is that pouring water to the frog jump and enter the pink basket). Soon we realize the crap of pouring water on the frogs with the clean ass tap, because the fuck they have a pipe with this free shower, so we decided to change it for
- Stick of wood (freshly picked from the garden, we will use it to tickle the frog and cause the jump to the pink basket).
The new plan works: Rober touches the frogs with the stick, catches them with the basket, Jordi throws the towel over him, Lety opens the door and zas! The frog outside the room. So 1-2-3-4 times.
Pfiu! It's over. The frog invasion is just a memory. Or so we believe ...
On the way back from the excursion to the waterfall, a shiver runs down my spine. Something is wrong. I approach the toilet. Chain shot. And "crack"! Another frog comes out of the damn toilet.
“Nooooo! They have returned! The ranaaaaaaas! ”
"But what are you saying?!"
“Yes there is one in the toilet! And ahhhhh there is another one there on the rock! ”
“Joeeer Jordi brings the kit”
"You look like frog-busters!"
The procedure is repeated, the coordination is excellent, for the frogs there is no escape route. Again they are defeated and thrown into the garden. This time we count 6. Although the last one seemed to give us a sarcastic look like saying “pretend, if I already know how to return. And this time we will not go alone. ”
We go to bed and just when we meet to meet Morpheus we hear a crack! Come from the bathroom. Damn frog. Tomorrow you will find out.
We have a pending account. Well, we had 5, which are the frogs we just took out of the bathroom. It is a plague. We go on an excursion through the tea fields but first we need rapid brainstorming: where do frogs come from? It can't be from the rock ... it has to be through the window. There is a slit, but maybe they are contortionist frogs and they get in.
Jordi has an idea: we put some newspapers in the window and ready, we cover the entrance way. Perfect! The plan seems to work but there is something that our 3 heroes do not know or suspect ... In a few hours there will be a new encounter in the bathroom.
We have already forgotten the frogs when we return from the tea fields. We pee and the plan seems to work: there are no frogs. Bieeeeen! We shower, go to dinner, chat a little on the porch and decide to go to pamper, that the day has been hard and tiring.
Lety enters the bathroom and quiet, because the frogs left and will never bother the piss before bedtime. He's there reading the shampoo label when he notices something strange ... two eyes fixed on his back. Ignore this feeling, frogs are just a memory!
She cleans herself, gets up, turns around to pull the chain and looks at the newspapers that protect her from the armies of frogs that will be conspiring on the other side of the window and "Oh oh." You are too calm for what you are seeing.
"Boys. You will not believe what is in the window! ”
“Nooo another frog? Buah leave her, what else does it matter !! ”
"There is a snake in the windowaaaaa!"
"Queeeeee ???"
Rober is half asleep, with a face of sobao, but as soon as he hears that there is a new visitor he catches the stick, the basket and says “Jordi, go for the towel!”
“But what do you say uncle !! You're asleep, you haven't heard, it's a snake not a frog! ”
Rober enters. Looks at her. Looks at us.
"Give me the stick!"
“That no copoooon, what do you think you are Frank of the Jungle? What do you think you play on a stick and jump into the basket? ”
"Maybe yes"
"Still there I will call the boss"
"I miss frogs ..."
"Hello. We have a snake in the bathroom. Can you eat NOOOOOW !? ”
In 5 minutes our saviors were there.
"Have you got a plastic bottle and a stick?"
"Do you see how the stick served?"
"Shut up"
“Now go out of the room”
Lety doesn't have it repeated twice and faster than Usain Bolt is already out on the porch. Rober and Jordi stay to see the capture. And luckily ... thanks to them we have this graphic document that has immortalized the "snake-busters" moment.
I don't know what the animalists will think but the technique consisted of:
- Put the stick under the snake
- Throw it at the speed of light against the rock (about 40 cm from Rober's face)
- Put it inside the plastic bottle.
Cruel. But effective
"Now sleep good."
“Sleep good a cazzo!”
I think all three of us, that night, dream of snakes.
The next morning, the first thing I did when going to the bathroom was to check the window. There is no snake. Neither there, nor anywhere. Instead there is a frog resting on the stone wall.
I don't care about the frog: yesterday I peed with a snake on my head. I look at her. Looks at me And we make a pact: you to yours, I to mine. I even saw her wink at me 😉
