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I had minutes to spare before the curfew, getting back to my room this time. Yet again, the lights were on, and the door ajar as I approached. “So ok, let’s see what’s on the other side of this Let’s-Make-a-Deal curtain.” I pushed the door open and… termites!

Thousands of them in a huge cloud swarming everywhere but mostly near the ceiling light. I left the door wide open, turned out the light, and dashed through the cloud into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I hoped that with the light gone they would migrate to the brighter outside.

I remained for about 15 minutes spitting out and brushing termites from my clothes. While confined to the loo, I took the opportunity to reel in my Chapstick concealment device and update my report. Done, I tossed out the stick and cut the light out. I cracked open the bathroom door and looked and listened. I peered into the main room. It looked devoid of termites, but there was a figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Can I help you?”

“You wanna date?”

“Aw Jesus… you again; no, I don’t want a date. Out, out! And for future reference, I’m not going to want a date tomorrow or the next day either!”