Barbara Kingsolver wrote a novel, The Poisonwood Bible, about a family of missionaries who go to Africa an attempt to "domesticate" the land - by growing crops, building a house, making the comfort foods of home, etc. As they find out, the jungle always wins in the end - with vines overtaking the garden and the house and the humidity spoiling the foods they brought to prepare and critters popping into their lives in all sort of unexpected ways.
On that note, here's the frog we found in the bathroom of our very, very nice resort in Belize on the first night we were there. We're on the second of three floors. I figure the little fella came up the drain of the shower. He was very scared when Jason grabbed him and took him outside - he peed on his hand. Poor little dude. The frog, I mean, not Jason. Jason's problem was solved with soap and water.
Going to Belize actually isn't that difficult - from LAX we flew to Houston, then from Houston to Belize City. If we didn't have to change planes in Belize City, it would have taken the same amount of time to go from LAX to Chicago.
Once we got to Belize City, we took a puddle jumper down the coast to Placencia, where we'll stay for the next week. Although I'm sure Cessnas are very safe, safer than the drive to the airport, blah de blah...STILL. This was our "landing strip" at the Placencia airport. In order from closest to furtherest out the cockpit window, that's lagoon, hay, asphalt, dirt road, Caribbean Ocean. HAY! On the side of the landing strip!