But the rice isn’t just connected to predators in the sky. Similarly a whole swarm of crickets can rest their feet among these leaves and eat themselves happy.
We also found a massive orgy of snails. I felt a little embarrassed photographing them but I suppose if they wanted some intimacy they shouldn’t have chosen to get it on right next to the path.
While we didn’t see any, you can often find round holes that eels have dug into the soil and made homes out of. You can often “fish” for them. They’re not particularly bright either. Their homes are clearly visible and if you stick a hook and line in and just wiggle it around, they often get irritated and just try to eat the hook. There’s also a really brilliant way to use a hollow bamboo stick to catch eels which I found on YouTube. They use snails as bait in the video and it’s really worth watching!
This is the same sort of calm I feel when I pass by rolling hills of grain back in the Mid-West. My paternal family is based out of Ulysses, Kansas as well as Kansas City. You’d be hard to miss a patch of corn or grain a stone’s throw away from the city itself. But rarely have I been able to travel in a field on someone else’s private property with such leisure. Even on patches of agriculture in the town north of Bandung where we’re walked rocky footpaths through chili and tomato gardens, unescorted by family, we were never felt to be unwelcome or come to harm. A far cry from the hostility and pride that Americans are regarded for in a sense of protecting property. Where this self assured openness comes from here in Indonesia… well, I am still Puzzled.