The Rainy Season
In northwest Cameroon, it's the rainy season. Everything is lush and green, and there are waterfalls where there are none in the dry season. The rainy season brings fresh pineapple, oranges, bananas, and papaya. It also brings muddy roads that threaten to suck one's shoes into the muck, never to be seen again. And rain, sometime in the day or night it rains, every day.
Coming back to the room the other night, there was a light green frog on the door handle. I shook the door to get it to move. Nothing. I moved the handle to get it to move. Nothing. I looked for a stick to prod it, and of course there were none. Finally a nudge with a shoe landed him on the concrete. He's moved only a couple of feet in two days. Ah, yes, the rainy season.