When it was finally clear to go back inside I started seeing the upside of things. Our house had become completely overrun, not with mosquitoes (they actually aren't around too much during the dry season), but with cockroaches and funny green and brown bugs that emit a terrible smell and like to hang out in my pants. It would be nice to be insect free for a few months. I haphazardly dragged my things back in and, still suffering from a stomach ache, laid down in bed with my book. It wasn't long before I was in a half sleep but I could still hear the sound of cardboard boxes sliding across our concrete floors- Lucky and Fiona putting everything back in place.
Still in a daze I flipped over, opened my eyes and let out a scream. In the terrible heat of midday I had left every door open and now, in my bedroom, completely unguarded and unprotected, I was staring in the eyes of a rather large bull! Out of sheer shock and panic I hit the bull in the face with my book- yes, totally nerdy intellectual response I know. Luckily it did the job, the massive animal strolled out. In a state of disbelief I tried piece together how I didn't notice this beast of burden walk in and set up shop a mere few inches from my head. That's when I realized that what I had assumed was the sound of the girls pushing boxes was in fact hooves on concrete, a bull meandering into my bedroom.
Lesson learned. When afternoon activities involves laying in bed with a bad stomach ache and good book shut the door. (Unless it's really really hot in which case feel free to disregard all lessons.)