Just rescued

The brothers are wooses. They asked me to take the grasshopper out of their bedroom and outside. Look at him - he's harmless!

The mosquitoes, however, are not. They waited until I slept, then they attacked with their pointy needle-mouths and stole my blood. Itch, itch, itch. No mosquito I saw in the villa lived if it was within swatting distance.

Grasshoppers may live; mosquitoes should die. No other insect creates this kind of wrath within me! Though ants in the kitchen come close.


Apart from that, Crete is very hot and very lovely!