It was about 18 years ago, when we moved into a developing community. Beyond our house was nothing but a thick forest. We learnt the sounds of woodpeckers foraging for insects. Some days, we would get to see an African parrot perching on the electric pole. We were careful for snakes and scorpions, strange lizards and other kinds of creatures. As scary as it were but exciting because we didn't experience such adventure while we were living in the heart of the city. One morning, some neighbors woke up to find their livestocks dead. While others woke up to find their palm fruits (Banga) missing or partially eaten. What could have happened? No one knew. This kept on happening night after night. It was like a plague. It seemed weird because the livestocks were taken out of the cage without it being broken. Some of the indigenes believed they must have offended the gods and they must offer sacrifices to appease the gods. One afternoon, while playing outside with my siblings.