where to begin? all week has been full of new and exciting things. talibe center (more on that later), drama club meeting, kyle and i's first date night in Africa. all this and i believe i will write about bugs. awesome.
i kill ants daily. ants in the sink, countertops and the floors. no ants in my pants. whew!
we have a measly fly swatter. it does nothing. the flies here are really fast. (or i am really slow) kyle tries to catch him in his hand. Mr. Miyagi style. again it does nothing. apparently we are both slow.
cockroaches. i have seen 4 in our apt. one which landed on my shirt. where it came from i have no idea. kyle chased it around the house smacking away unsuccessfully. he doesnt like to hear/feel the crunch. i would say "man up" but i prefer to just scream irrationally. if only high pitched screams were lethal to cockroaches.
and lastly mosquitos! if ever i am having self-esteem issues i can take comfort in the fact that mosquitos love me uncontrollably. almost to the point of stalking. they hang out in my closet, wrap themseves up in my bath towels, and buzz around my ears while i try sleep. i wore long pants to bed last night hoping to keep the mosquitio bites at bay, unlike the ants, i did end up with mosquitos in my pants.
itchy in africa, faith