My Nigerian friends all think me strange at my fascination with the fire flies dancing in and out of the grasses in the dark. Its not special for them, because they seem them every night. But it the first time Ive seen them ever. It reminds me of the Pirates of the Carribean ride, the swamp part... the fire flies. Now these are real. Wish I had a glass jar to catch me some.
Lizards.
I could watch the lizards do their belly dance on the hot buildings all day. I'd like to catch one and hold it closer to my eyes. But they are too fast. They scamper around building to building, rock to rock... as common as a crow in Canada. My Nigerian friends don't think much of them, they are just there, and maybe some annoying. I guess the same could be thought of crows back at home, just there, rummaging...
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