Everyone has the poops!
Nico, Salvadora, Sydney and me….even our house mate. It is rough out here.
The bugs never leave you alone, the cats are born with disease, the food and fruit is all grown influenced by other microbes and bacteria unknown to the United States.
Many people are constantly on the lookout for a thief on their backs or mosquitoes on their ankles, picking, picking, picking, buzzing, sucking, sucking, flying away with a half pint of blood.
Ticks, chiggers, fleas, fleas, eggs of fleas, dirt, spiders, moths, fruit flies, oh my god the fruit flies, ants larger than your dog, en mass looking for tiny particles of food to train back to their hill underneath the stairs. Even the plants have teeth, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to walk by, brush a shoulder and jerk away with a 5-finger cat scratch. It even bled!
I have pretty much gotten used to constantly sweating. Along with the sweat goes the constant caked in dirt because it is so dusty around here. It fills in every crevice like a cream filled donut, making sure that any space between you and your clothes has some mixture of refuse.