monster bugs.

We battle bugs. And that’s an understatement. It’s a full-fledged war against the bugs of Honduras. Our weapons of choice (most of which were inherited upon moving in):
• broom
• hair ties
• flip-flops
• sturdy walking stick
• rusty machete

Our living room windows were lacking a basic necessity to keep the monster bugs out: screens. The girls and I fashioned our own makeshift bug-blocking system. We tore the plastic off one of the new mattresses and covered two windows. The other window and the front door we covered with bed nets, which could probably be protecting children in Africa from malaria, but for now they’re helping me sleep at night. I’m sure they’re also helping our Filipino neighbors sleep at night. In response to our screaming fit, which in my opinion was legitimized because we were defending our precious lives against the murderous bugs, they came over to check on us, “You OK? I thought maybe there was snake.”