Plip! Flidhadhadhadhadha-pap!
Insects the size of my fist had invaded our room once again. These grasshoppers, escaped locusts from the lizards’ lair, would pop into flight and ram straight into the far wall. After a few moments of recovery, they’d launch themselves again into another kamikaze mission. They were entirely crazy and unpredictable, making them formidable foes and providing endless hours of entertainment. Picking them up, we suddenly had an uncontrollable missile to hurl at each other. A pithy annoyance quickly transformed into ammunition for an all-out war, taking me back to middle school cafeteria food fights. These creatures, if they landed directly on you, would grab you with a vengeance and refuse to let go. Every once in a while they would find their way into your clothing, causing you to perform a creative dance. More often, they zip past you as you dove for cover, fluttering and spurting their way until they crashed into some object. The covers provided protection while sleeping, but at the expense of increased body heat in excessively hot conditions.
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