Luring them in. Brush! Brush! Brush! They got away! A few weeks ago, Max’s grandmother brought over these little guys from the night market in a neighboring town, Nong Vang. I wasn’t really keen on the idea of keeping them at first because I was afraid Max might kill them… He’s still too young to understand his strength or about hurting things. Sure enough, the couple weeks was filled with episodes of Max almost strangling the yellow one, Max stomping on the yellow one and hurting its leg, and as shown above, Max coercing them into various forms of Godzilla role play. As it turned out, however, the chickies were…

Yes, it works*. And yes, those are red boxers with white hearts on them. No, that’s not why I took the color out. I did that because my complexion turns to “mottled tomato” on really hot days (lots of those in Thailand). The screens we’re going through are goza-like rolls we’ve hung from a curtain rod in front of the front door to block the sun at the end of the day, because our house faces the sunset. *It doesn’t quite feel right, though, maybe a bit like putting a t-shirt on backwards.