Less than an hour later, I was in the meeting room straightening the chairs/tables, when Raymond (engineer) walked in looking for me… because he wanted to show me the giant moth he was holding!! I said no thanks (!), and remarked that I was glad that this moth-which-is-bigger-than-my-whole-hand was dead. He kindly corrected me that it was very much alive.
Two close misses, and I was beginning to feel lucky that it was now after lunch and I had not had anymore spine-tingling encounters. Then came the crux…
Last week I acquired a new bilum (string bag). It’s a lovely little square one with a long strap, woven in chocolate browns, creams and blacks, with highlights of purple and pink. (see “the beautiful bilum”)
But what makes this one a bit special, is that it also has an eye-catching addition – a faux flower blossom tied onto the decorative strings. (see “the beautiful bilum decoration”)
I brought this bilum to work today and, when I opened my desk drawer, I saw it and pulled it out to admire it again. I was tracing the unusual pattern and fingering the soft cloth flower petals, when I suddenly spotted a second addition which I had missed in my earlier perusal and delight. (see “the questionable bilum decoration”)
Since then, Doris (my national co-worker) and I have taken turns examining, exclaiming, and generally grossing out. We have also vigorously washed our hands, and I’ve liberally splashed myself and my desk with hand sanitiser. Yes, this item is part of the human anatomy. No, this item no longer resides on said bilum…
I was so disturbed by this, that I almost didn’t freak out when I stumbled over the giant daddy cockroach in the hallway… Almost.