The Egyptians were tough

Last night there was a plague of crickets. I'm not joking, the locals called it "una plaga". So here's how it went down. I went to bed about midnight, happy as a clam. Then around 4 am I woke up because I heard a cricket-esque noise coming from somewhere in the very close vicinity of my face. I jumped out of bed turned on the light and proceeded to spend the next half hour killing probably 50 or so of the little a-holes. I don't know how Ramses or whoever was Pharaoh during the time of Moses wasn't like "ALRIGHT, GET OUTTA HERE!" after the locusts. I don't mind a bug here and there, especially if they are just hanging out on the ground. But I didn't sleep much after I found them in my bed. I was sort of paranoid that I would fall asleep with my mouth open and one would crawl in. I know its dumb but it's all I could think about. Finally at 6:30 I decided it was pointless to be awake and unproductive so I got up and did some work with one eye on the door for crickets (there were a lot of typos). I've devised a new plan however. You see last night I was using big cardboard boxes to block the door. It didn't really work because the crickets would just come in under the crack and go into the boxes, where they apparently waited until I was asleep so they could ambush me. Tonight I've decided to go small and I cut a piece of wood to fit the width of the door. It also happens to slide just slightly into the crack between the door and the floor. I just hope I can keep it under 15 tonight. To be continued...