anna in med school

They include:

The centipede.

The stinkbug.

The silverfish.

The fruit-fly.

The ladybug.

I opened my living room window on my first day here.  Oops.  I was picking stinkbugs out for the next couple days.  One died in my bathroom.  Ew.

Then the fruit-flies came in with a batch of produce from the Italian market.  I no longer keep trash in my apartment.

The centipedes and silverfish have been a constant.  At least they’re small, not like the centipedes of Boston that can get so big, I hear the “pad-pad-pad-pad-pad” of their hundreds of feet on the hardwood floors.

The ladybugs come in waves…I’m exhibiting a lot of restraint by not making a crack about “Lady B cyclins”…lllll.  One dropped on my shoulder on Sunday, a cute little guy he was.  As I escorted him from the building, I told him, “Don’t get me wrong, I like you better than all the others, we just can’t be living together right now.”

So, apparently I’m talking to bugs now.  Fantastic.

The Chapterhouse.

Good coffee.  Great baristas (all of whom  multiple tattoos and/or piercings).  Modern, airy atmosphere.  Free wi-fi.  Open until 10pm.  Less than three blocks from my place.

I don’t have internet yet chez moi, so I was at the Chapterhouse the last time I video-chatted with the husband.  Ten minutes into our conversation, John informed me that the woman behind me was laughing at us.  She thought the man on my screen was naked.  Truth be told, he very easily could have been, sitting at his desk in our bedroom in Jamaica Plain.  More likely, justs shorts were sufficient in the un-air conditioned flat…but it’s always good to keep them guessing.

I’m tuckered out.  I missed last grounds at the Chapterhouse.