A Bug in Hand is never better than Two in The Bush
I am not a zoologist, nor am I an adventurist TV anchor. I am just an ordinary man trying to lead a normal life. These aforementioned people catch butterflies and follow birds. They trail tiger pugmarks and wait patiently at night to catch a glimpse of the leopard. They play hide and seek with poisonous snakes and sit in deep pest-infested forests feeding wild gorillas. But I am no such person. I prefer catching buses to go to work and wait patiently for the football match to start on the television. I can play hide and seek with the neighbor’s docile cat and I much prefer feeding myself. In this normal day to day eventful life of mine, when suddenly a black scorpion with glistening fangs alights on the rim of the window pane of my humble abode, I perceive there is every reason to panic. I am reminded instantly of the curious imagination that went through my furtive mind when I saw a huge TV anchor playing with an equally sizeable bug like that. I am reminded of the fact that I felt be...