Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff

bug, bugs, This week I am in Peterborough, New Hampshire teaching as part of a graduate school residency program. The faculty are all staying at this old estate in the town made up of three connected buildings. I have a room in the attic of the middle building––dark stained wood paneling run horizontal and vertical throughout. Each day since I have been here, I have been visited by a different insect or bug. Day one I was visited by a hornet. Go figure––it’s the beginning of January and some days have been below zero. Not sure where this guy came from. Day two, Mr. Cockroach was clinging to my bathroom faucet. I guess he was thirsty. That afternoon, there was a black fly on the window buzzing around––I’m certain you’d rather be indoors. Day three I was met but a lady bug on the toilet, another black fly on the window, a daddy long legs on the shower ceiling, and some funky creepy-crawly thing lurking on my window. Honestly folks, this is a nice place that I’m staying at!

Now, most people would be freaked out by these things. As for me, I can’t sweat the small stuff. Especially this week when I have aches and pains from a fall that forced me to make a visit to the ER.

I’m taking them (the insects that is) as a sign that they are here to look out for me. As long as you don’t bite me, or crawl in my pants, you are free to roam around. Stay warm and investigate. Hibernate or snack. Spring will be here in a few months.