problems with skipping town

A lesser woman than me would have skipped town following that hideous experience. She would have packed her bags and headed to Cambodia or some other equally exotic country, to some beautiful Zen yoga retreat, where she would make friends with all the local children, only contacting home every few months through a photo, showing…

wwoofing

There is a wasp above me. I’m watching him, sure that at any moment he’ll fall into a kamikaze dive towards my face. He looks like a badass. Ants and spiders crawl across the black tarp, meandering around each comparatively giant obstacle, in search of God knows what. A fly lands on the smooth metal…