If you are an American (North or South), what comes to mind for you when you hear the phrase, “Africanized Killer Bees?”  I’m sure there has been a B-Movie (pardon the pun) made capitalizing on the fear that fills the body when hearing this term.  Visualizations of hundreds of bees swarming on tiny poodles, children in playgrounds and adults helplessly falling to the ground thrashing violently before finally succumbing to the inevitable.

Meanwhile, here in South Africa, I sit quietly o...

Sitting on a hillside in Ciudad Colon, Costa Rica, I look past the violet, yellow, and green homes with their red tile roofs to the pretty little town nestled in this verdant valley of hills/mountains.  Through the palms and tree leaves swaying in the brisk morning breeze, I see a peaceful blue sky with light, friendly white clouds that join their siblings until they form a solid gray mass at the mountain peaks – not a threatening, rain-bearing mass but rather a subdued gathering of chalk d...