I don't have a bucket on hand. Making one from banana leaves wouldn't hold much water, and going back and forth would be exhausting.
I'll just smoke them out.
Embers.
Right, I have to go back and get some embers.
'But before that, I still need to... Oh, wait, never mind. There's plenty of ready-made firewood right here.'
'The wood of this cabin must have been completely devoured by termites long ago. I might as well just burn it all down.'
"To keep the termites from biting me, I'll need to take some precautions. What can I rub on myself that would be an effective insect repellent..."
He looked around and saw the tobacco field not far away.
He slapped his forehead.
"Right, right, right. I almost forgot. This is the perfect ready-made material."
With that thought, he immediately returned to his shelter, dug a smoldering piece of charcoal out of the fire pit, placed it in a bamboo tube, and brought it back to the abandoned cabin.
The bamboo knife swung down.
CRACK.
