The septic tank behind our apartment is barely functional, so doo-doo loving pumpkins decided to move in and suck up the poop juice.
🤷♂️ First Things First, Where's Harry? 🐑
This morning started with us forgetting to leave the gate open for our VIP mammalian guest, Harry the lamb, aka Harry the football-playin' lamb, aka Harry the golden retriever trapped in a lamb body. He was sadly napping in the shade near our gate when I saw him.
I felt like a total ramhole, so I opened the gate immediately and Harry came in to chill with me as I drank my morning coffee. I could be worrying about a million things, but when Harry comes to visit, I totally forget all life's worries, and I just think about how awesome he is. He has taught me more about enjoying life despite the circumstances than any living soul I've met in Suriname. Long live Harry!
💩 Pooomeostasis? 🌏
In the above GIF, you can see in the back to the left is our septic tank, the vents are the gray PVC pipes. It is cracked and in serious state of disrepair and home to a massive cockroach population slowly plotting their overthrow of the human race. Whether intentionally planted or not, in the last few weeks doo-doo pumpkins have take over the area.
We've been carefully tracking the rapid growth of one particular fecal squash, which has gone from the size of marble to a basketball in just a few weeks. It's clear the landlord has asked the gardener not to cut these poo-mpkins, perhaps thinking is a cheap alternative to having it pumped by a truck and repaired. Either way, we often make cheap throwaway jokes about eating this pumpkin grown from only human turds.
🐏 GIGANTORBALLS 🎱🎱
Not far from the poo-mpkins we found Harry's dad, Gigantorballs, backing up on a broken banana tree, I assume relieving an itch that he can't reach otherwise. For some reason, today he tolerated us in his rope zone.
💞 GIGANTORBALLS' OTHER HALF 🐑
We also visited the wife of Gigantorballs, whom I have yet to give a cheeky nickname. Perhaps it's out of respect, but she's just a kind polite lady who loves her son and banana leaves. If she had a name, I feel like it would be Margaret, Catherine, or perhaps Dorothy. She just seems like an old lady that would enjoy playing BINGO and wearing polka dot dresses.
So Long Harry 🖖
When Harry is not chilling on our porch, he'd rather not be disturbed. When it's grazing time, those are working hours in which Harry must eat quickly so he can make spare time to come hang out with us. His mom is content with exclusively eating grass and sleeping, but I sense Harry wants more from life, perhaps to travel the world and meet other sheep from other countries, religions, languages, and cultures.
Selfie Time 🤳
I think it's obvious we're bored to death here in Suriname, especially if checking in on septic tank pumpkins daily is exciting to us. If we're not cooking, collecting water, walking to purchase half-rotten vegetables, or looking at the doody squash, we're probably chilling with Harry on the porch. Monkey-B and I promise more exciting content for 2022.
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