Exotic Bugs

So today I’m in what they call “tierra caliente” or hot land in English. I dislike hot land intensely. It is basically hot stuffy jungle with bugs. My mom loves it so when we have Mondays off we go to a place called Villeta. It’s hot, humid, stuffy, hot, and full of exotic bugs. It would be ok if it had a beach, but it doesn’t. It has a pool that doesn’t do much for me since I have a wonderfully disgusting cast on. Everybody is having fun in the pool except me. I am sitting on a chair, leg up, in extremely hot weather writing to you, whoever may be reading this. Last night one of the exotic bugs my mom finds so fascinating crawled into my cast. Art is the only way I could describe how I got it out. Also to top it off a flying cockroach flew into my room. I hate cockroaches. They are basically my only phobia besides ball sports and schizophrenic four year olds. So I screamed until someone helped me get my flying cockroach off the lamp. So as you can probably see for now this is not my most amusing weekend. Readers I know you are probably thinking I’m a sissy, but you don’t understand. These exotic bugs are triple the size of ordinary bugs. This is a land where mosquito’s are the size of helicopters. Spiders are the size of my car. Cockroaches can fly. Ok maybe I’m exaggerating a bit but that cockroach did fly, and the bugs triple their size. If I see another exotic wasp I think I might die. The point is I dislike Villeta and any tierra caliente. I could never live here, I think I would melt by the second week. Well anyway I think I better stop complaining now before karma sends another exotic bug into my cast.