Chasing Spiders (or What We Do When The Generator Is Off)

It is amazing, but Sudan is almost....boring sometimes. You would think, that being in a new and vibrant place you would never experience down time. But we spend a lot of time working, and when we aren't working, I spend a lot of time researching, and George spends a lot of time fixing random technological things and Neesha spends a lot of time walking around with my ipod fixed in one of her ears.
Clearly we need to get out more. But we dont. We go to town sometimes and go for walks sometimes and go exploring sometimes but mostly we are just living here, and living here can be pretty dull.
Its kind of nice.

But when it stops being nice, we go and harass insects.
George discovered that he had spikey things that he thought were spider egg sacks under his door. So we decided to kill them. Actually, originally we decided to remove them and stick them in Emmanual's office, since he was being frustrating, but we ended up being so disgusted by them that we aborted that plan.

Regardless it ended up to be a lot larger of an undertaking than we originally thought. First, we had to kill the parent spider which was hanging out on the ceiling. We sprayed it with DOOM insect killer (did nothing) we hit it with a fly swatter (did nothing) we threw a shoe at it (did nothing but anger it) and then ultimately we smushed it with a broom.
Only to discover that it was actually a daddy long legs and not the mother spider.

So we scraped the spikey spider egg sacks (which, in hindsight i actually think were just fungus balls) with a broom off of the door frame and ran with them outside. All of this was accompanied by a lot of screaming on all three of our parts. But we didn't get them all. So we sent Neesha in to get the last one. She couldn't find it.

But she did find the mother spider. And the mother spider was NOT HAPPY. If she could have talked, she would have shouted something like "MY BABIES!" and then launched herself at us. As it was, she only launched herself. So after lots of shrieking and thwaking things with the broom, and spraying of DOOM and hurling of shoes, and more shrieking, we killed her. I think. We actually aren't sure where she went, because we didnt have body confirmation.

Regardless, throughout this entire process, a group of guys who work for the Water branch of the Diocese were sitting enjoying the sun in the parking lot and watching us and shouting helpful hints. But mostly just laughing at us.

Anyway thats it. A lame story I know. I'm grabbing at straws here.