After a super Chocolicious previous post of mine, this one's gonna be quite opposite. Brace up folks.
The household Lizard. A very calm, gentle, no messy reptile. Yet, I wonder why people hate it so much. So much so that the very mention of it's name creates more than goosebumps to people around me. Poor thing is also considered to be a bad omen to a person, if it falls on him/her; as per Hindu Superstition. I guess I was around 10 something when such thing happened to me, wherein a lizard fell over me and my granny made me take a complete shower followed by some small rituals to "Cleanse" me. Damn that made me think, "this creature fell from no where, technically it is it's fault and I'm made to do all crap to be cleansed". In this process, within a couple of days, I got my own chance to take my revenge. This lizard, probably a fully grown healthy adult was resting on the door frame, right where the door closes into place. What's next? I slam the door with all I can (just to vent my anger) and the next scene be best described something like peanut butter overflowing from two slices of bread, which in this case was the door and it's frame and I don't have to explain which is the peanut butter.
My mum is an avid nature lover and gardening is her hobby. Maintains a wide variety of plants of different sizes all over the home. But, one day she found somebody or something was messing around with her plants. Suspects ranged from mischievous kids to cats, but were never caught. Home alone, parents on a vacation and i'm the king of the home. Parties, friends sleeping over at my place was a common practice, but all leave a day before my parents arrive. On one such arrival morning, I'm alone and as I am brushing my teeth, hear some strange noise. I ignored it at the beginning, but it was too bothersome with each passing minute. I quickly change to mode "Sherlock Holmes". Tracing the noise, leads me underneath the kitchen sink. The moment I turn the flash light on and HOLY F***!!! a bandicoot, never seen one at such close quarters... Man, that was one disgusting looking creature. And suddenly I feel I've sighted the culprit of my mum's damaged plants! In no time I capture it by tossing a bucket over it. Execution follows. My first attempt is to squeeze it's head with my foot, but it's squeals were too depressing. So, I decided to give the creature a painless death. I held it under my foot, took my 20 pound barbell and what I heard next was a sound exactly similar when you crack a walnut. But this time around the nut was it's skull.
Enter my dad. He is one of those sensitive sleepers, who gets disturbed with the slightest noise. On this particular night, I was somehow awake past midnight and observed that bloody stray dogs were having a party on the streets and obviously could observe dad had a tough time catching sleep. I went out to scare them off by pelting some stones. 8-10 pack were they and did not even budge a bit, but were ready to attack me. For my own safety, I had to go back inside only to come back with some reinforcements. From the next day onwards, it was a rather strange experience, because as I walked along the streets, the same strays ran away as soon as they sighted me. What exactly happened the previous night? Unlike the first attempt, in the second I tossed explosive fire crackers at them. Wow!!! I actually scared the S*** out of their A**!
The U.S., no matter how developed it is, could not eliminate rodents from their land and we all know how messy they are. And, even the apartment I live is also shared free of cost by a family of the same. Life in the U.S. taught me to me more patient. On such lines, one day I see this nice just stomach full (you'll later come to know why I said stomach full) rat is stuck in a rat trap. These traps are those glue board types, wherein these creatures when pass over them get stuck and eventually die. Anyway coming back to our rat, this trap was actually placed under the stove, which partly melted the glue and flowed over the surface. Now, when I tried to remove the trap board, it does not come out, thank's to the overflown glue. I devise a plan. I take a knife and slowly work through the glue, trying to free the board (patience, so as not to mess up the stove). As I was doing this, I look into the rat's eyes, which were expressing mixed feelings. One was something like "so kind of you..hope you free even me too"; while the other was " hope he does not rip me off with the same knife''. Fate ruled in favor of the rat's second feeling. The knife slips and rips apart it's stomach^ and there I see- freshly eaten rice.
Folks, I've got even more similar encounters and shall be glad to share all of them based on your responses for this post.
*This title was given to me by my family and friends. Aren't all of you being too mean to call me that? I was just being adventurous but not feeding on other creature's pain..
^People, the stench that gushed out was literally unbearable. I almost puked after smelling that. But as they say courage is something that is displayed only when the time comes, I swallowed my own puke and completed the job.
