A tarantula fell
on my path blown
from a tree,

a Scorpion
sped under my
baby’s cot
tail unfurling.

my baby protected
from its sting
by bowls of water
on each cot leg.

a huge moth
as big as a bat
flew into my
kitchen wafting
is powder around.

“We call them witches”
Rosita said

I watched a spider
eat one just like him
No it’s just shedding
its skin

Termites mend the
tunnel connecting
their castles

A Hummingbird
sipped nectar from
Bougainvillea

A cockroach
Went crunch
Under my foot.

In England
We just have
Worms and ants
And go butterflying,