Every once in a while, something occurs here that is just so bizarre in my American mind that I find myself questioning where I am, as in what planet is this?  I like to share some of the moments so you can get a glimpse of how different life is in a Third World Country in Africa - could be good educational material for you home school Moms.

So, last night, I was awakened by the sound of my dog (Rex) racing after something, followed by the POUNCE.  I jumped out of bed and ran to the window.  Lo and behold, the noise had awakened my fearless night guard, Francois as well.  I yelled, "Francois, what is it?"  "It's a rat".  My dog had taken down a big 'ol rat and there was Francois finishing the job with a rock, beating him on the head 'til he was lifeless.  He picked this huge thing up by the tail and proudly showed me what Rex had done; although he claimed it was a small one.  Well, all I'm saying is if it was any bigger, "it wasn't a rat!"

Now, I see rats in my yard all the time.  It's what followed afterwards that has me rolling in astonishment.  I kid you not, he then grabbed his big knife and starts sawing the rat's head off!  I yelled, "Francois, what are you doing?" to which he responded, "Well, of course I have to cut his head off if I'm going to eat him!"  So, when his shift ended 6 hours later, he happily jumped on his bike with the plastic bag carrying the headless dead rat. 

By the way, Francois is the same one who wanted to catch the frog in my toilet with a fishing line for those of you who have heard that story.  Hope I haven't ruined YOUR dinner.