There is nothing quite like a week away from my Costa Rican treehouse in the jungle to remind me how close to nature I really live. I saw a few bugs inside my parent’s condo in the States, but that’s only because I opened the doors to let fresh air in when no one was looking. I was busted as soon as my folks felt the humidity dampen their carefully conditioned inside air.
I’m used to the humidity now. It’s comforting. Maybe I’m part frog. My wood and tin cabin in the tiny town near Braulio Carrillo rainforest is nothing but a glorified shack on stilts surrounded by a seemingly never-ending variety of wildlife which makes its home inside my house as well as outside. I deal with it. It feels like a small price to pay to be surrounded by an abundance of natural beauty and fresh air. …except for maybe the time the spider bit my eyelid. That sucked.
Still, the spiders eat the ugly bugs, so they are alright in my book. More than alright – in 11 months, I have only seen three cockroaches crawl through my casa. I vividly remember each occurrence. I loathe cockroaches. Only three – that’s amazing. I leave the doors wide open all day and during the day or night they could crawl inside through any one of the many cavernous cracks, but they don’t. Viva las arañas! …living in the jungle is making me weird…er.
This recent trip to a sterile US environment has made me hyper-aware of the creatures sharing the space I call home. Inspired by this hyper-awareness, I have snapped some shots of the Costa Rican critters that have crept through my casa. This photo assignment wasn’t easy, because I was having to get up every five minutes to try and take a photo before the thing scurried away. I did manage to capture a few of my slower friends, even if it was after they passed through my house and I chased them into the yard…
When I think about my open-air house in the trees and everything that passes through or lives within it, I guess it means I have basically been camping up here in the rainforest for the past year. That’s awesome. But I have internet – does that make it glamping?