Bad bad bugs

I've had to not only accept, but even come to like, the computer. Mom spends a lot of time by it, and provided that I don't try to rewrite her documents, she welcomes me to visit her at work (she usually works from the tv room). She will usually find me some pretty pictures to look at, or a music video that makes me clap hands and dance (and sometimes fall of the chair).In case you've missed that the scene of action for this blog is the tropics, here's something to remind you. The traces of a feasting mosquito or ant or something. They are very illusive, the bugs here. Small, fast and silent. And, of course, with vicious bites!