I asked my husband to find some photos for me this morning – and we all know what that means, he sat on the floor sifting through pics for a couple of hours. One of the gems he turned up was this:

This photo was taken about seven years ago, don’t we look all cute and happy? What you can’t tell from this photo is that we are in the freaking jungle, it’s ridiculously hot, and humid. Oh. So. Humid.

And yet my husband is wearing a beanie.

It was a thick wool beanie, as a matter of fact. The previous year I spent a month and a half in Belize working on an archaeological dig. I, by the way, am not cut out for jungle work, as evidenced by the photo below. This was taken during the dig, and I am very, very upset about my forehead. It’s a pity there wasn’t a side shot, because whatever bit me made a knot the size of a jaw breaker. It was yucky.

Anyway, of the many grotesque, creepy-crawly things to watch out for in the jungle, botflies are pretty high up on the list. I told my husband about a girl on the dig that got bit by not one, but two botflies on her head. After he googled it, (I thought about posting a pic of a botfly bite to go along with the post, but they are so fucking gross I couldn’t bring myself to do it), he vowed that was not going to happen to him, and so he wore a beanie the entire day at Tikal. People looked at him like he was nuts.

Interestingly, though he was mighty concerned about something laying eggs inside of his  head, he had no worries at all about ingesting something that might do the same to his stomach. The day after the photo was taken, he drank a very questionable michilada at an outdoor cafe, and got a bad case of…what would you call that? Food poisoning? Michilada poisoning? I dunno, but he was hella sick.

You know you’re in love when someone projectile vomits and you don’t run and hide.

Travel story time y’all, now regale me with yours.