Dragons!

We have two security guards that watch our house 24 hours a day. Each day around 4pm I give Sunil, the lanky and young man (who flirts with all the maids as they come and go to work) some chai. Two days ago, I looked out and he looked so sleepy and hot. I started to put the chai when there was a terrible commotion. The night before, the night guard had killed a mud snake in our driveway. It took no less than twelve men with bamboo sticks. And a lot of yelling.

This afternoon, however, it was different. At first all I heard was Sunil calling out to his friend. They both had their bamboo bats in hand and were yelling and hovering and making all kinds of noise. I thought it was another snake. Through the window he said a lot of stuff to me in Hindi. I took away the gist, "Do. Not. Open. The. Door."

After more than an hour of bats and hollering and crowds, they finally remove a full sized komodo dragon from our bootroom/foyer.

When we lived in New Orleans, there was an entire wing of Audubon Zoo devoted to the komodo dragon. Though they housed it in a wildlife habitat, not a bootroom.

I am sad to say that the little dragon did not survive the ordeal. Zazie slept through the whole event.