My Semester Abroad

It is currently 12:30 a.m. I had planned on going to bed a half hour ago. That was before the attack of the bugs.

It's been hot here. Really hot. So I opened my windows to air things out, and went to go brush my teeth.

When I returned, my room was crawling with bugs. Literally. Hundreds of green winged things were flying and crawling about, pushing other bugs out of the way to get closer to the light. It was sick. The bigger mosquitoes were playing hard to get, intent on showing their greatness by claiming the center ceiling light.

I decided to let the obnoxious creatures be, vainly hoping they would fly toward the window, entranced by the moonlight. But not ten seconds after I turned out the light, I heard a distinct humming. A bone-rattling type of distinct humming. I tried hiding, burrowing, bribing--all for nothing.

Not to be defeated, however, I called upon all the jumping muscles varsity volleyball exercises had instilled in me, and attacked the critters creatures right and left. Not caring about the shape of my bag once the killing was through, I took another glance at the ceiling. To my dismay, it was littered with bug bits, thoroughly dismembered. Hoping to remain on good terms with my lovely host mom, I vowed to clean the ceiling in the morning.