As I am still confined to my bed for most of the day because of my cold, I decided to take you folks on a virtual tour of mine and Rachel's living quarters. I'll start with the bedroom
|Mine is on the left, the right side of the room is Rachels|
|Yep, I still don't like making my bed|
|It's a kiddie table, but it works as a make-shift nightstand. Can you see all my medicine? Yuck.|
dressers. So there's the bedroom, follow me down the hall
|Out the door and hook a left and you're on the way to the kitchen|
|We have to keep the screen door closed so we avoid as many flies as possible|
It's not much but for now its home. Today I am feeling much better but I'm still resting so I don't relapse like last time I thought I was better. But to avoid idleness, I decided to sweep up our dorm room while Rachel went down with the kids. Boy, did I sweep...check it out
You might be thinking "Ew, Cierra! Why would you post a picture of dirt in a dust pan on your blog?" I'm posting this because IT'S NOT DIRT!
85% of it is bugs. Bugs! BUGS! Not, cool. While there is perfect weather and no mosquitoes here in Guatemala, there are gnats, moths, beetles, and strange flying things everywhere. Last night, Rachel and I were trying to go to sleep when we were ambushed...by (killer) moths. The attack started in my bed (on my face) where I went all ninja on him, jumping out of my bed while making *cough* intimidating noises.
Being the kind and helpful person that she is, Rachel immediately grabbed the flashlight trying to shed some light on my bed as I viciously attacked the large, fluttering intruder with my fuzzy blanket. Alas, several other large, fluttering intruders mobbed her for the flashlight and she joined my ninjaness and was soon up making *cough cough* intimidating noises and swatting at the pesky things. We stood on beds, threw things, jumped, smacked, screamed and stomped the things that seemed so intent on landing on our faces. Ten minutes later, we had a mass moth murder scene before us and we tried to relax from the battle and go back to sleep, only after shutting the windows as tightly as possible.
Despite the fact we have had some bad experiences with the bugs here, Rachel and I have made a friend who I will try to get a picture of later. We call him our little stick friend and we both hope the praying mantis will stay in the room and eat all the bugs that are so fascinated with keeping us awake.
Just another day in the life of two gringas trying not be mauled by moths. Thanks for your prayers and support! Have an awesome day :)