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The most important update in my life is that a certain woman
who birthed me is going to come to Paraguay!!! I sent a sad, sad email to all
of my family hoping that someone would take pity on me and help me leave
Paraguay and lucky for me my mother agreed to come celebrate my birthday and
bring me home! As the date (rapidly) approaches I am beginning to realize how
grateful I am that my Mom is willing to do this. Not only will she get to see
my home for the past 2 years but she will also get to rip me from Na Julia’s
chubby arms as I say farewell to Valois Rivarola and the people there. Now on
to my service…
The past few months have been very busy for me, which is a
good thing. I have been working with my
women’s group to take care of the chickens, raise money, and plant trees. We have made chipa and bread this month and
we have also planted over 100 trees. Half
of my women’s group got together last week and we made our first batch of
homemade chicken feed! There was some drama with the group because in order to
get the fodderer properly installed we had to pay 170.000gs ($40 or so) to the
electrician. Many of the women believed
that the money should be put toward purchasing more chicken feed but I put my
foot down and ultimately acted as group Dictator, insisting we install the
fodderer. The first batch turned out
great! We made around 80 pounds of feed and the fodderer worked great! Thanks
again to anyone who donated to the project making all of this possible!
So far out of the 200 chicks purchased only 5 have died.
That is both good and bad news. It is good because chickens, Yay!!! It is bad
news because I had anticipated around 40 chicks dying and increased the amount
purchased in order to make up for the deaths. Since only 5 have died the women
have more chicks to feed than originally anticipated. The women have been doing
a good job of taking care of the extra chicks because all of them look great!
They are around 35 days old and loving their chicken coops!
I also attempted to assist in the training of the new group
of Agricultural volunteers which was a huge disaster. I am serious, it was
awful. I have wanted to be invited in to help train a new group for as long as
I have been a volunteer. It just seems like such a fun experience to share
knowledge and get to interact with the new trainees fresh from America. When I
was invited to train in Small Animal Husbandry I was thrilled! Not only have I
been doing a chicken coop project, but I also have 4 chickens of my own. I should have known it was too good to be
true. Due to a scheduling error I ended up getting switched, I was now in
charge of beekeeping. Although I am not
as confident beekeeping, I was still thrilled!
In addition, this training would be for 2 days, instead of just 1!
The plan was for me to arrive at the training center on
Friday morning with Mel, the third year volunteer coordinator for the Agriculture
sector. From there we would go to the
agricultural school and fill up three jars with bees. Then we would go to the
training communities and sting each volunteer with a bee. That afternoon we were to give a lecture on
beekeeping and answer any questions. The next day, Saturday, we were going back
to the agriculture school to work bees with all of the trainees – simple,
right? Nope.
When Mel and I got to the agricultural school, along with 2
other ladies, Joanna and Zahrina, we had a very casual and cocky attitude. I believe I might have uttered the statement
“this ain’t my first rodeo”. Mel, as confident as I, insisted that we did not
need to bring smoke to the boxes (*always bring smoke when working bees.
Always). I hesitated since it was a
cloudy day and the last time I worked bees on a cloudy day I had been stung
around 10 times, but Mel’s confidence gave me the courage I needed to push
through. The four of us arrived at the
boxes and Mel and I got to work. Using my leatherman we began to remove panels
trying to shove the bees into the jars. By the time we got the third panel out
all hell broke loose. The bees were LIVID. I mean it, they were bees on
steroids and they did not want us there. They began to attack. They somehow sensed that in my cockiness I
had worn tall, thin socks and began viciously attacking my ankles. They also learned that Joanna had not tucked
her shirt in and entered inside of her veil to attack her head. We lasted
around 3 more minutes before running out of there – panels still out,
leatherman forgotten, and box still open.
We spent the next half hour running around like idiots.
Trying to shake the bees, still getting stung, and generally just miserable. I
must give a shout out to Joanna, it was her first time beekeeping and she
managed to keep her cool with 20 or so bees inside her veil. I have no idea how
she did not freak out and cry.
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Once the bees were somewhat under control we decided to go
back in, this time with smoke. Exactly the same thing happened, only this time
Mel was brave enough to close the boxes back up before we ran out. By the time
we returned to the car we were completely defeated. We collected 0 bees and
were each stung approximately 50 times.
My afternoon lecture with the new group was cancelled
because they were worried that no one would want to work bees after seeing how
swollen Mel and I were. They also
cancelled the bee work the next day, assuming that the bees would be just as
angry.
That was my one and only attempt that training and it was a
HUGE failure. I never got to interact with the trainees and my feet were so
swollen that I had trouble walking for the next few days. Mel looked into it
and later informed me that that Paraguay had an earthquake the day we ‘worked’
the bees. It was a level 4 earthquake and apparently enough to enrage all of
the nearby bees. Since then she and another volunteer have successfully stung
all of the trainees and given the lectures without me. My time in Paraguay is
coming to an end and it looks like I won’t ever get to teach the new kids but I
guess that’s better than being remembered as the dumb volunteer who didn’t know
better than to enter an apiary without smoke.
That’s all I’ve got for you guys for this Paraguay update. I
do not plan to continue blogging from the States, so we are coming to the end
of our time together. Keep an eye out for my last few blogs. I am sure they
will start to get sappy and emotional in the very near future!