Some places have real seasons like Winter or Spring, or best of all, Autumn with its comforting crunch and startling blue skies set perfectly against a crimson leaf or two.
Here we get rain, or no rain. But the most thrilling and disturbing season of all is Grasshopper Season. It started today like the apocalypse with hoards of grasshoppers flying into my class room, or, when I shut the windows, sticking to the window panes. I had one fly up my skirt, one hit my face and one hop around my desk. I had one student who sadly discovered he has a Grasshopper Phobia and had to return home to sort out what he is to do for the next month. Yes month. For close to 40 days we will be swarmed with flying green creatures, the sports field will be hopping, literally and a cloud of birds will swoop through the skies, hungry for green flesh.
To some this is a pest issue, windshield wipers will get stuck, dead or petrified green bugs will lie on the floor. For others, this is a season of delicious treats for here in Uganda people love to eat the hoppers. Driving downtown cars can conveniently pass through a crowd of vendors ready to open their Tupperware bowls and serve you bags of green or brown crunch. Some people erect tents with lights to capture the critters, all the better to catch and fry.
While some are feeling the first nips of Jack Frost, hearing that Chestnut Song over and over on replay, or fighting through tinsel in the line ups for Mince Pies, I am getting attacked by Grasshoppers.
How did I end up here? Did I fly though a green whirlwind vortex?