Tough Guy

As I was preparing for bed, a cockroach the size of my thumb scuttled down the pink tiled wall of my bathroom. You just don’t squash things that size, especially bare footed. So I retreated, and for some unknown reason, glanced over my shoulder. The bug followed. I hastened my pace. It sped up as well, and I thought I heard its shiny brown carapace rustling. Now thoroughly spooked, I fled through the bedroom and into the hallway, in search of bug spray. When I returned, the cockroach stood outside my door, defiant, as if to say, Come on! You wanna piece of me?

But when I uncapped the can of MegaTox, it turned and ran, as if it knew what was coming. I’m not sure what to think of this incident, particularly when combined with my apparent sleep walking the night before. I woke up wearing things I definitely hadn't gone to bed in, though I haven’t sleep-walked since I was about five. Things are just getting weirder and weirder in Kabul.