Tolerance

Only a few weeks left. Something like three. Which leads a guy to wonder what's changed.

And the first thing I notice -- because they are the first thing I notice every day -- is my tolerance of every variety of bug. Every night there is the constant barrage of mosquitoes -- not standard North American mosquitoes but silent, stealthy, unnoticeable-until-it's-too-late couriers of cerebral malaria. No problem. Then there are the giant cockroaches -- but again, the opposite of what I'm used to. Aren't cockroaches supposed to be the unseen, invincible menace? These guys are just big and dumb. They lift up my net and crawl inside (what can I say? I'm magnetic) -- and then die for no reason. In the halls, in the closets, everywhere: they just keel over and die for no apparent reason.
A couple of days ago, a new addition: this little monster. He was a little smushed when I found him in my doorway, which tells me that I probably stepped on him in the middle of the night, on my way to the bathroom.

It never ceases to crack me up how normal the oddest things have become... Bizarro world inevitably becomes home.