Seriously

While sipping our morning ginger, honey, lemon tea in a cafe in Goa, Megan and I noticed mice crawling in the rafters. The wooden rafters were covered with a meshy-like tarp, which separated and blocked us from the mice. The servers noticed that we were looking and pointing at the ceiling, and so they asked us what we saw. We told them. Now, imagine that you told servers in a state-side restaurant that you saw mice running around over your head. What would they do? Probably apologize.... perhaps giggle sheepishly.... but for the most part, they would do everything in their power to keep the news of mice on the down low in order to deter any mayhem or lost business that could result from your freak out. What do servers do in Goa? Well, they pick up a rock, throw it into the meshy ceiling causing the mouse to fall through a crack and land on the floor right next to you. Then they run around with a bat claiming that "tandoori mouse" is very delicious. Seriously.

It would be great if I could now share a picture of the mouse with you. However, I don't have one. What I do have is a picture of myself just before I ate a fish eye. That's a close second, right?