Every year, we see a crab crossing at Playa Carrillo just like this. I think these crabs are related and display the same behavior as seen in the Caribbean.
You know you live in Costa Rica when you’re awakened in the pre-dawn by glass crashing to the floor and upon inspection you find that a fist-sized frog has been kicking delicates off the shelf.
In the spirit of truth in reporting, I must disclose that it wasn’t my house and it was a beer bottle instead of a wine glass. But you get the idea. And the cat was innocent.
So, yesterday afternoon, when I arrived home, I witnessed the unusual even of a Howler Monkey on the ground. Today, there were three males – that’s unusual in itself, I think – traversing the pavement in front of my gate near Samara, Costa Rica. Two climbed the fence, leaped the tree, and continued on down the road along the phone line. The third, confused perhaps by my arrival, ran across my yard and disappeared into the thicket.
The sky is BLACK. We are expecting rain. And more . . . . .
Coincidence? I think not.
Yesterday morning, when I returned from my beach walk, I sat down to enjoy a second cup of copy.
In the few minutes I sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, the house was invaded by “cleaner ants”.
When I put my foot down, I found the floor black with trails of pincer-bearing insects. They come to clean, carrying off all bits of organic matter, dead insects and excrement, dust bunnies, and crumbs.
I should leave them to do their work – many people just leave when the ants move into the house -
but I just can’t.
I soaped the door thresholds which encouraged the ants to leave the house.
They continued their work on the terrace, covering the floor, walls, and furniture for about an hour.
Then they were gone. And the terrace was clean except for the ants I killed with soap. If I hadn’t soaped, I wouldn’t have had to sweep.