Sophie has morphed into a bit of a lip slut lately, as she loves nothing more these days than to kiss a toad. Or lick one. Or eat one whole. Or two, or three, or four. Unlike all the princesses of the world, Sophie is not kissing these toads in search of her price charming or her happily ever after.
The vicious hunter that lives inside her has truly come alive in Costa Rica, like a demon possessing an innocent soul. Don’t be fooled by her precious puppy dog eyes, or her adorable face and small stature. She is a murderous maniac, she hunts anything that moves, she has no standards, no rules, and especially no control. It is a dog-eat-toad world out there people, so be warned.
Unfortunately Sophie is illiterate and did not read the memo that these humungous toads are poisonous, especially to dogs. The toads move slowly, so it is their only defense. They rely on the hope that a dog is capable of learning…poisoned by a toad once, shame on the toad. But twice, shame on YOU dog! Sophie, have you not heard of survival of the fittest? Natural Selection? Adaptation? Evolution? We must learn from our mistakes or we are destined to repeat them.
Foaming at the mouth, head banging viciously, projecting slobber around the room like a scene right out of Turner and Hooch, Sophie looks like a bad drug overdose. I try not to panic and give her some cold milk, which is supposed to help eliminate the poison from her system. After a few tense minutes she seems to be feeling better, but I keep an eye on her most of the evening.
I try to tell her you can’t just go around kissing any old ugly toad you see, that she must have some self restraint somewhere inside her. But she made me eat my words (better than a toad I guess), as she ate another poisonous toad for dinner last night. It is Groundhog’s day, it’s like déjà vu all over again (says Yogi), and the dramatic scene repeats itself. Although this time she seems to have gotten a bigger dose of toad and I can tell she is feeling worse. But soon enough she seems back to normal again.
Later that night, just as I am just falling into a peaceful slumber, Sophie goes completely nuts, flies off the bed and starts attacking the sliding glass door that leads outside. She does her hysterical scream-bark, pawing at the door desperately, and my first thought is uh-oh, we’re being robbed. I jump out of bed, pull the curtain from the door back…and I am face to face with the most massive toad I’ve ever seen in my life.
He stares at Sophie. Sophie stares at him. He sizes up Sophie. Sophie sizes up him.
I have to say it would be a pretty even match and I may even put my money on the toad. He is bigger than a Chihuahua, and Sophie never has met a Chihuahua she liked…
Sophie continues to attack him through the glass, and he just sits there, calmly staring his possible future demise in the face. This drives Sophie mad and she attacks harder. Needless to say we did not get much sleep last night. Revenge of the Toads.
The saga of “Sophie and the Toads” will continue, so stay tuned for next week’s episode.
Ano de Amigos…
Although Andy and I love the animals and the beaches of Costa Rica, I think our favorite part of this wanderlust journey is the people we meet along the way. In each town we’ve lived in we have made special lifelong friends who we feel lucky to call amigos. Sometimes when you meet a new friend it feels like you’ve known them forever and those are my favorite kind of people to meet.
Living in Osa Mountain Village has been amazing. We have met all of the awesome long-term residents, but it’s also fun to meet those who are just passing through, for a few days, a few weeks or a few months. We’re just sitting up here on this mountain of jungle, with our killer ocean view, collecting facebook friends like it’s our job.
This last year for us has been a year of travel, exploring, finding ourselves, but also a year of amigos. New friends, old friends, all friends are welcome. Our friend Cherokee was just here visiting, and now our friend Josh will arrive tomorrow, visiting from our beloved hometown of Bend, OR. We have more amigos scheduled over the next few months and who knows what new amigos will come into our lives in the future. This is our year of friends, our ano de amigos! Who’s next??
weefee at our villa…
Still no wifi at our villa, or wee-fee as we like to say since in Spanish “i” is pronounced as “e”. We are working with a local guy who is supposed to help us figure out our best option for our weefee service provider, but it’s a slow process as everything is supposed to happen ‘manana’. I’ve already learned that ‘manana’, in Costa Rica, is a date in the far, distant future that never seems to be introduced to today.
So we are a little less reachable these days, as 1 kilometer of muddy, pot-holed, steep mountain road stands between us and internet access. The moral of this story is: don’t panic if you’re trying to reach us…we’ll make sure to get back to you ‘manana’.
Kari Pinkerton Silcox
It would be a tragedy to die, having never really lived. Which is why my husband Andy and I quit our jobs, sold our house and decided to chase our dreams. We moved to Costa Rica without a plan, and this is the story of our adventure.