Monday, August 4, 2014

"There are no bugs in Ireland."

Our tour guide cheerfully informed us that there are no screens on the windows because there are no bugs here -- no mosquitoes, no flying insects, no nothing.  (I idly wondered what the hell pollinated their flowers, but whatever.)

I left my hotel room early this morning on some bus tour (more on this later).

I came back to my room to find that housekeeping had left the windows open.  And I had a freakin' entomological exhibit in my room.  Three or four flying things around the window.  One on the floor on its back, struggling to right itself.  One buzzing loudly and bouncing back and forth across the ceiling.  A red-colored fly in the bathroom.  And a butterfly.  A freakin' butterfly. 

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