I found this scorpion hiding out behind my suitcase. Dankie, my host brother, wanted to pick it up. Instead, I taught him how to explode deadly things with shoes.
I have no idea what this thing is. It was hiding out between my stacks of books, feasting on the cockroaches that had set up shop in the dust jackets of my books. I'm fairly certain it's only purpose on this earth is death.
The hippo at the dam. Cute. Cuddly. Floating Death.