During the wee hours of the morning on July 10th, my husband and I were on a plane to Malaysia. It would be the first trip to Malaysia, and hopefully it won’t be the last. We went to Langkawi where we would spend a week. I was excited to see the villa we’d be staying in because the pictures I had seen were beautiful.
It had a very open floor plan which I don’t believe I fully understood when we booked it. This meant that the living room and kitchen were open to the great outdoors. There were vinyl curtains and blinds which could be used when it was raining. As a result, we saw and heard geckos inside every day and night. We could also see them outside on the glass at night. And every night seemed to be a feast as they covered the window. That of course is a slight exaggeration. Slight. We watched geckos fighting which was disgusting by the way. In my opinion. But there’s something worse than seeing geckos fight. Seeing them mate! Eww eww eww. Have they no shame? Wasn’t it enough that I had to see them every day? By now I’m sure you’ve guessed that I am NOT a fan of geckos. The only one I like is the one in the Geico commercials for car insurance back home. Whenever I complained about them, my husband reminded me that we were guests in their home. As if. And I still believe they were laughing at me.
Anyway, one night it started raining and didn’t let up. I left the enclosed bedroom and walked to the living room. As I was walking, I saw something dark jump. I thought it was a cricket. It was not. But I wouldn’t see it again for a little while. I made my way to the living room and sat while looking for something to watch on TV. Suddenly, I thought I saw something out the corner of my eye or the back of my head. Either way, I turned around and there it was, the dark thing I saw jumping earlier. It was a frog. My first thought was, “Where the heck did a frog come from?” Well, it came from outside. He jumped and jumped. He made his way behind the front window curtains and he made his way out. He hopped on the coffee table and hopped off.
When my husband returned, I told him about the frog. He asked how he got into the living room and I told him like it was. He hopped up the stairs to the kitchen and made his way to the living room. The last place I saw him was near a magazine rack. Silly frog. Why did he come inside when he belongs outside? I didn’t see him the next morning, so I hope he made his way back out into the “wilderness” where he belonged.
And now the mosquitoes. Oh the mosquitoes. Let me tell you something, mosquitoes in Malaysia are no joke. We had done well for the most part. We kept the bedroom door closed and did our best not to let critters of any kind inside. We also slept with the net every night. But one night, apparently one rode in on one of us and even got inside of the net. I woke up in the middle of the night with sizeable bites all over my right arm. I couldn’t sleep because I was itching like mad. I went to the living room to get the spray we were provided with. I went to the bathroom to apply toothpaste. That’s right, toothpaste. It helps a lot with the itching. While I was doing that my husband sprayed. We waited a little while before attempting to sleep again.
Those were the mosquitoes in Langkawi. A mosquito I encountered in Kuala Lumpur would prove to be even worse. We got there on July 17th. I was bitten on my hands, six bites on the right and one on the left. Nearly two weeks later, they still itch like crazy. What’s a girl to do if mosquitoes find her so tasty? No really, what can I do?
In any case, if you’re planning to be in Malaysia, watch out for the mosquitoes, geckos and frogs.