I find myself doing a word search and already in bed.Lamp glows and distant tv echo’s an American conversation that no one seems to be watching.  My mom slowly receits the words she types in a business letter as Dad dictates sentances here and there in his cut throat professional tone.  He just thanked them for co-operating and so I threw a word down the passage,  “assisting” he is thanking them for going out of their way actually and not blackmailing them after all. 
I know my husband is somewhere infront of the tv reading a tablet – he has three tablets now. 

Hello mosquito – swat swat slap.  Mosquitos vampires samething.  Half an hour into the evening and Hubby had already made a double trip to the street garden first with the handsized arachnid and then a pious mantis I found praying over me on my shoulder. It was all an act, his real intent was using me as human bait for the above discribed vampires. Well if he thought the females of his manti species were bad, he won’t ever be crossing a human girl with his tricks again. I freaked, screamed, jumped, and got totally creeped out by having his spindly scratchy, flicky and tickle intense touch in my hair and on my skin. To think those crackling wings were so close to my ear no wonder dispite the heat I find myself tucked into my hoodie now jerking with each tiny crack of noise.  Complete paranoid person ready for the summer of bugs. Making extra special friends with Moodley Man with the killer paws of stealth. He really enjoys a good crunchy critter that cat. 

Amazing how such a small creaper can change my whole mindset and blog post. 
What was a pleasant peaceful space of time spent at home changed to a multi legged horror moment. I’m trying to say that I enjoy the atmosphere of my home, even though a few things creap in and disturb the equilibrium, generally home is a place that loves my soul.