My room is its own little menagerie.
Above the bed, flocks of honking mosquitos flap about with their sharp bills and beady eyes. But they cannot find a way through my mosquito net to lay their golden eggs.
Below, cockroaches gambol merrily over the floor, stopping every now and then to pass the time of day. They whisper very quietly.
One afternoon we were even joined by an extremely handsome toad, about the size of a melon, with very fine mustachios and collars around his face. After we had processed three times around the room with gathering speed, he plopped gracefully into the little puddle which runs the length of one wall, and followed it out and under the door, which I closed behind him.
In the hallway outside, some kind of dragon-sized hornets have been making their mud-nests on the walls, and have stopped in for a drink and a snack in my room.
Across the road, there are goats who play ‘Here we go round the mulberry bush’ whenever I go past.
I think there should be some kind of story about what they all get up to, but I haven’t had that dream yet…
All images from http://www.history.navy.mil/library/online/thisisann.htm