Posted in home improvement, humor, pandemic, rainforests, Solo Travel

My Visit To The Rainforest

When I was seven, I had a friend who, when asked what is your favorite sandwich, would respond, “Peanut butter and jelly without the jelly.” With this in mind, I would like to tell you about my rainforest visit.

I love the rainforest for its biodiversity and have been fortunate to travel to rainforests in Ecuador and Costa Rica. I missed being there during the pandemic and though things have opened up, I have not resumed traveling the way I used to.

Luckily, I was able to travel somewhere similar. My attic. As I sat decluttering for hours at a time, sweating out my toxins in the heat and humidity, I felt like I was back in the rainforest. Minus the rain, the forest, the plants, and the animals. Occasionally, I did feel a prick of water here and there, so I looked toward the heavens. Thankfully, the roof was not leaking. The sensation was caused by my sweating.



I am a rather obscure 14th C. poet, whose work has been translated into over thirty dialects of gibberish. I now spend my days translating from the gibberish into English and back again, as need be.

4 thoughts on “My Visit To The Rainforest

  1. Maybe that’s all we have left to declutter or, as I prefer to think of it—to “explore” —our attics or in my case, my den. Are there any real Rainforests left?. . . .

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