Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I woke up early this morning to check emails and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a mouse. I wish. It was not a mouse but a huge creepy Weta bug. I F-R-E-A-K-E-D out. My giant man child Morgan (6'1") wouldn't go near it. I had to catch it and release it since our resident vegetarian, Ewan, pointed out that it is protected and we cannot kill it. We probably could have grilled it and had it
for lunch with leftovers.
The Weta bug is revered in NZ and they are , in fact, protected. They do bite, though I didn't know that when I was catching it. Other than leaving a stinging bite, they are harmless. You won't die or need to go to the ER if you get bitten by one. Good to know.
You see, our delightful house in NZ does not have air conditioning and since it was hot last night (84 F), I had left our windows open. Of course the Kiwis don't put screens in their windows (that would be wimpy) so our new house guest just waltzed right in unmolested.
If anyone can find regulations on State Department housing and air conditioning / screened windows, please forward it to me. I will be eternally grateful. I can learn to love pink walls and tile floors but there is no way I am going to let my kids melt at night or snuggle up to Wetas, no matter how "privileged" we are to live in New Zealand.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
We need a party, I decided. In my former life as a publisher's wife, I had many parties. Adrian and I would invite all the "cool kids" to our parties and shun the pompous hoitie-toities. We had a blast. But, having a big New Year's party would require everyone coming to our house. Ugh. I just couldn't see it.
Having given up hope of ever wanting to entertain people here, I turned our dining room into a sewing room and the main living room has been transformed into the kids' room. So the only area left was the kitchen/family room with its tiny stove and ridiculous dwarf couches.
I did have that rockin' fake fireplace, though, so there was still hope. Adrian, ever the diplomat (even before the new job) reminded me that people don't care at New Year. As long as there is food and alcohol, they will be happy. So, it was decided. We were going to have people over. Lots of people, and each of them would be bringing children. So, we began inviting the cool kids.
And, the additoin of my faux fireplace
Still working on these :)