The uninvited guest!

Now I know I sometimes get a bit bored round the hotel at night – but that doesn’t mean I want uninvited guests in my room. I was sure I felt something brush past my foot when I got in and saw the flicker of something moving out of my eye – mouse was the first thing that leapt in to my mind. Silly me, it’s Zambia, not sure if you get mice in Zambia, but you do get frogs!! There it was jumping around my room like it owned the place. I opened the door in the hope of shooing it out, but it just hid behind the couch. Cleary not of high intelligence.   I briefly contemplated just leaving it there for the night, but then I was unsure how high frogs can jump - could it jump on to my bed at night while I slept!!! Ok, so it would have to jump through a mosquito net, which I am sure would be beyond it, but still even if there was the slightest outside chance of this happening.......!! There was only one thing a girl could do – phone reception!! Well you didn’t seriously expect me to run round the room after it in my delicate state – and then pick it up!!!


A young boy was quickly despatched to my room – complete with a large broom, much to my horror. Now I hadn’t expected them to come along and try and employ animal psychology and coach it out of the room, but the sight of the boy whacking the broom around behind my couch was slightly distressing. And as ever, I am sure my screeches of ‘oh you’re not going to kill it are you’ in my best Scottish accent were incomprehensible to the said young Zambian boy, and most likely even more unfathomable to the now distressed frog!! Anyway the little frog (yes I was making a fuss over a fairly small frog, which I may have thought cute if viewed in its natural outdoor habitat) was eventually whacked out of my room, but I’m pretty sure it was still alive and aiding its evacuation by jumping. Order and calm was once more restored to my room.

All said it probably better than being a mouse!!