mahalo

guess who visited when i was night shifting?

dumb enough to run into the thread protector (of course with sunflower seeds) haha and be caught.

we made wood fire, circled around it, and dance ritually while grilling this little delicacy. we ate like cave men.

just like that. tastes like mice. it was good. sheer desert joy.

NO, of course i didnt you dungu. showed it to some of my friends, fed that fellow with MORE bread and seeds, and off he went with a bloated stomach instead (i’m serious he or maybe she ate like half a piece of potato bread wannabe and at least 20 seeds.) hungry little thing.

still wondering though, how in the world can these rodents survive here. i know desert snakes eat them, but what do these fellows eat? beetles? and the beetles? sand?

or they’re just counting on kind hearted and cute people like me feeding them all the time when they visit. that’s ice cream i was holding by the way. that dungu dog.