Bugs.

Surprisingly, after all the preparations I didn't think about any bugs other than mosquitos. This is a prelude to a short cockroach story for your enjoyment. Murph and I are staying at a guest house on campus and it's equip with the amenities you'd have at home. Now, there are differences between the home-kind and the here-kind, but for the most part it covers all the bases.

The first night I was here I walked into the kitchen during one of the scheduled brown-outs and watched two cockroaches run across the counter. I can only conclude that these cockroaches were trying to show up their fellow cockroach buddies and decided at some point steroids were the way to go; frakin' massive little guys. I did what any girl would do and let out a scream, but got it together pretty quickly drawing on heartwarming memories of Wall-E and his little buddy. The next day Murph exerted his manly instincts and sprayed some insect killer, most likely taking years off our lives. That night we witnessed what can only be described as a horror scene with gigantic cockroaches vacating the cupboards under our sink and running across our kitchen floor. This is where Murph was stationed for stomping. I think memories of that will haunt me for a good, long while. I know the war isn't over, but we won the first battle

I think sharing that story was part of the healing process and you were the lucky recipient(s).