We're in stinging caterpillar season down here, which also means that we're approaching the worst of flying cockroach season. But right now, in this lucky little window, we have swarms of flying termites. Just flick on your lights, and you'll get about a thousand of them. (In your food, on your body, flying about like insane horrible creatures.)
I closed the doors (the breeze!), turned off the light, and ate my omelette (leek and sundried tomato with a sliver of goat cheese) with an english muffin in the company of a candle last night. No real-time picture. No extensive reading up on the newest bug. Just dinner, expletives, and sleep.
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We were just talking about flying cockroaches last night.
R was telling me about the huge one he saw in his hotel room in Perth. It was heartbreaking to tell him that that was a normal sized one.
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