hey_mon,
Yes mon, I'm sure you had quite a family experience. As far as the A-Frame thatched roof goes it might be best that you don't tell Marlene that the night life that came alive was actually rats and not roaches unless Jamaican roaches are a foot long, hairy and with a long tail.
Hahahaha.......reminded me of our wedding trip and my Aunt used to like to bring back a little snack in her purse after dinner. Thought she was drinking a little too much rum as she was sure she had brought something back with her after dinner, but it was always gone when she went to get it!! She mentioned it to Mr Grant, the yardkeeper at the T Water and he came and set a trap to catch the "mouse". My Uncle laughed when he saw the size of the trap, and Mr Grant proceeded to chain it to the leg of the dresser. My Uncle said he couldn't wait to see the size of the mouse they were gonna trap with that!!!Originally Posted by johng
“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
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hey-mon,
It doesn't matter what you call em, roaches, rats, mice, as long as they don't bite who cares. Whatever they were they had a taste for Ganja and chewed a hole in my friends blue jeans pocket while he slept luckily he wasn't wearing them at the time. So Miss Gloria's rats were the highest in Negril!!!!!!
Back in the early 80's I was there for a long long stay, and rented an old wooden cabin with a thatched roof at Perseverance on a monthly basis(across the road from Miss Mary's). It was the rainy season and there were land crabs everywhere. One night about 10:00 pm, as I was about to turn out the light and get into bed, I looked up at the roof and there was a huge crab hanging by one claw from the thatch just over the mosquito net above the bed. I tried dislodging it with a broom, but it just hung on tighter. It was low season and I was the only guest in the yard and the owner's house was dark and locked up for the night. I walked out to the road to see if anyone was around who could help me, but the only travellers on the beach road were more crabs. Finally one of the owners daughters got up to go to the bathroom, and she got the crab out of my cabin (by whacking it harder with the broom!). For the rest of my stay at Perseverance, I never went to bed without checking the entire cabin for critters!
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