At my expense.

So one of my favorite stories from the Costa Rica trip comes at my own expense.
Nicholas and Nathan Smith, and myself where staying with a family in the town where we where working. The father was named Rene, with a son Kenny and a daughter Yendre (not sure how you spell that one) and I can't for the life of me remember his wife's name. I am not and have never been a morning person, so one morning Rene walks into the room where we are staying as we are waking ourselves up, I am sitting on the edge of the bed when Rene tells me to hold out my hand. So I stick my hand out there, palm up, he puts his closed hand out there and places something in my palm, then slowly he pulls it away. I look down at my palm and realize THERE IS A HUGE CENTIPEDE CURLED UP IN THE MIDDLE OF MY HAND! I flick my wrist and jump to my feet as the thing hits the floor I probably yelled too. It turns out however that I had freaked over nothing, the stupid bug was already dead although Rene, Nick and Nate had gotten a good laugh out of it. Looking back I can laugh too, although at the time it didn't seem to funny.