So, it has definitely turned the corner into summer. The birds are singing, the trees are green, and it has been 110 every day this week. Whoever said Northern Afghanistan = cooler than the rest of Afghanistan is full of crap. Anyway, with the advent of warmer weather apparently means all bugs ever to live on this planet must hatch NOW.
Our base is very dark at night, so my nighttime excursions to the bathroom consist of me stumbling over gravel the size of small children about 20 feet away. Therefore, I don't require a flashlight. This particular night, I get halfway there and I am pelted with what feels like slimy rocks that make a very alive "whizzing" noise. I do what any dignified lady would do - I screech, partially tear off my clothes, claw at my hair, and sprint to the bathroom.
I find no less than seven of these babies on me. Grasshoppers. Now, if you come from a sane part of the United States, you may think "Grasshoppers? Whatever. You are a total wuss."
You would be right, but in my defense these are freaks of nature. Imagine your average brown paper towel. Fold it in half. That is the size of these things. Then imagine seven in your hair and on your body. I can't, because I might have to cry in a corner remembering it. Here's a picture of a smaller one.
Afghanistan, I am done with you and your shenanigans. I need a drink.
I ran into one of those today. He was sitting on the sidewalk staring me down. Yuk. Did I tell you I caught a Camel Spider in a water bottle?
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