"Yes." I whispered back and strained to listen for any other sounds, like voices or someone approaching our house.
Didn't hear any...
or did I?
...what was that?
Should I go look?
Probably not.
Don't know who was shooting.
Don't know what they were shooting.
Or if they're done shooting.
I don't have a gun...I don't even have a machete in this little house.
I want to look outside but I don't want to present a target.
The lightning in the distance is not really helping right now.
Was that lightning or a flashlight that just swept by our house?
Becki's asleep, that's good.
I'm still listening...
Was that a man's voice?
It's been 10 minutes, seems okay
It's been a half hour, we probably fine...
It's been an hour, I can go to sleep now...
It's been too long for me to go back to sleep now...
Another half hour, ah, it's getting light outside, must be 5:00 am.
I go check the clock, it is 5 am -- I want my sleep back!
I doze for about an hour or more.
Later, I find out that it was our beloved friend and the Director of the camp here who fired those shots. They were awakened during the night by the whimpering of their dog who is locked inside his rough little doghouse in front of their home, as a "tiger" was nearby. They said they could smell the jaguar's sprayed scent but could not see anything in the blackness of the surrounding jungle, so...
...he fired off 3 shots.
My internal alarms went off...
I'm sure the jaguar ran off...
I'm sure Felize went off to bed...
I sure wish I'd known that and not wasted all that time listening to the darkness of the Belizean night!
Well, at least it made for a productive early morning prayer time!
Between laying there in the dark and peering out the windows I had ample opportunity to pray!
I'll know better next time (I hope!)
Ray
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