A Flying Bug Scourge
I try to tell myself to stop being a big pussy and I’m still waiting for the day to come where I’m not completely obsessed in fear at the sheer amount of insects in Costa Rica.
I’m not sure if the rainy season breeds massive infestations of insects or what. But one recent evening, John and I were cooking in the kitchen when all of a sudden something flew at us over the stove. So we killed it.
We continue to cook and another bug flew at us. So we kill it again. And then another…and another…and so on. An unrelenting assault of these flying buggers.
We had to attempt to seal the area off because they kept sneaking in. I don’t know how many there were exactly – because we lost count after what felt like a thousand!
We ran and hid in our bedroom for the rest of the night. Totally freaked out. We weren’t sure how they were all going to get out of the house – but we found out the next morning that they didn’t. They all died.
Luckily they didn’t bite or anything. It was just such a freak show. John and I keep telling ourselves that this is just one of those things you look back on, 10, maybe 20 years down the road from now and laugh at. Yeah, right…
