so, saw this pool. went over to contemplate taking a pic. couple groups of people scattered about, talking quietly among themselves. seemed like everyone enjoying this almost supernatural tranquility. the pool had a cut in step at the edge, so one could sit and let the legs hang a bit lower. i did. thinking of how to compose a shot and how the hell to hold the camera steady in such complete darkness. when. as i sat. and put my feet down. the right landed on concrete - the left...well, a bit of a blur, it happened so fast. seemed to land on an amorphous mass which quickly shifted under my foot, then suddenly a tugging on my pants, then higher (no, not still @ soi cowboy). then sharp claws scratched across my bare arms and it jumped to safety - i suppose the rat the size of a relatively fat cat was scared of me as i put at least half 170 lbs on its back, but really, it had the upper hand (or claw, as it may be). therefore, the pic isn't all it could be. after screaming (thankfully in a choked yowl, rather than a little-girl-wetting-her pants-scream that i am certainly capable of), every group of people turned and stared at the lumpy farang yelping. ahh, the noisy american. i squeaked out "rat. big..." and no one seemed to care, so i took a pic and quickly got the hell out
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you're not contagious...
There may be a PTSD diagnosis in your future.