I am getting used to being at one with nature,well I'm trying. I don't run screaming when a lizard whizzes past my feet or jump when a long winged wasp comes near. The chickens don't scare me, in fact I quite like them. One morning I even found a lizard in the kitchen sink,okay it was a teenie tiny baby one almost transparent in colour,what did I do? I placed a cloth in the sink like a ladder to the worktop so it could escape. It must have used my escape root as it wasn't there when I returned.
Down by the pool I opened the sun umbrella to find two little bright eyed frogs clinging to the pole enjoying the shade. I closed the umbrella and left them to it. I'm so cool and calm, normally I would be freaking out.
As I lie by the pool reading I stop and watch. The dragonflies seem to prefer one particular corner of the pool and fight over it. Why one particular corner when there are four? It seems they are like past and present governments of countries fighting over the same piece of land, not content to share.
A red squirrel comes to drink too, it seems our pool is the local watering hole.
Mustafa told us that during the winter wild pigs come to drink at the pool and he shoots them. He doesn't eat pork which leaves me wondering why bother shooting them?
Another lizard darts by, he is yellow and black striped with a long tail of brilliant blue. My hubby Jim jokes that the blue tailed ones are deadly, at least I hope he's joking.
I'm reading Valerie Poore's book African Ways about her life on an African farm. Jim has fallen asleep on the sunbed listening to music through headphones. I just get to the part of the book where while out walking with the children and her dogs Val's way is blocked by a snake in the middle of the road. It's a puff adder, I won't give away how the encounter ends but just as I finish reading about this escapade Jim sits up and tells me he has been bitten by a snake. I laugh!" Yes, pull the other one" I say, but at the same time I wonder how he knows what I have just been reading. I can tell by the way the blood has drained from his tanned face leaving it white that he really has been bitten.
While lying face down on the sunbed he fell asleep and his hands were trailing on the ground. He was woken by the sharp pain of the bite just in time to see a black snake with yellow stripes slither into the undergrowth behind us.
This is the first time I haven't brought my emergency first aid kit with me but as it doesn't contain anti-venom it wouldn't have been much use.
I clean the bite with sterile water and find antiseptic wipes and use them too. Not knowing if the snake was venomous or not we had to act quickly as I don't drive and if he collapsed in a heap what would I do!
We jumped in car with hubby driving (he's brave) and went to the owner's shop to ask him about the snake.
|The culprit,garter snake (morgue files)|
Back at the villa I think of the times I have walked through the gardens with only sandals on my feet and shudder. After reading Val's book I gathered that the snake came out from the grass to feel the early morning sun on the tiled poolside. I hope it had a fright too and won't be back.
It's times like this I'm left wondering......would be have been better booking a five star hotel?
More from Turkey Diaries soon.