Liming

When in St. Kitts, do as the Kittitians do. Here on St.Kitts, we don't go out for a drink, we go liming. I was told that the expression goes back to the military personnel here who had to drink rum and eat a lemon every week or so as part of their health measures to keep the old scurvy away (Vit C. deficiency). As far as I can see, there won't be any scurvy outbreak on the island soon, but the rum drinking is still quite popular!

Yours Truly,
RAF

What's That Bug?

Most of the time I couldn't care less about bugs, but when they invade my space, I do want to know, in particular, does it bite, sting, stink, and/or attack?

St.Kitts has a plethora of bugs, large and small, pretty and not so pretty.

I have seen humungous cockroaches reminiscent of their fellow cousins in New York; huge black bumblebees continue to fly into my screened patio and then have the hardest time finding their way out; millipedes (black and red) of various sizes stretch their legs in my bathroom; so far I have only seen the famed canefield centipedes preserved in a jar; fire ants march through my kitchen trying to carry away a bread crumb; mosquitos, the little fast ones at night, try to thieve my blood; and butterflies, yellow, red, and brown, are always a delight to see.

I have been told there are many more insects, and I am prepared to deal with them in an appropriate matter following the motto of the islanders.

"A bug outside is staying alive. When it comes into my living space, it's a different matter."

All of Lizard Bob's relatives are helping, too! Muchos gracias, anoles de St. Kitts.

Yours Truly,
RAF