The constantly circling birds, I have now learned, are swifts rather than swallows. If I knew my birds better, I would have recognized the v-shaped fork in the tail rather than the curved fork, but I only have a vague sense of birds (brown, black, little, noisy, etc...). I think bird recognition is a skill acquired later in life. Also, I can stop wondering why they seem to fly constantly with no clear destination- they are eating the bugs in the air. This made them, for a short while, my favorite birds in the world. But then I made a count of my mosquito bites, and now I think the swifts should be working a bit harder.
Italian mosquitoes are really preferable, I think, to American ones. Here they sneak up on you, and it isn't until much later that you realize you have another bite. Somehow I find that better because it means there's no point in being paranoid about being bitten. Once you feel the bite, it's way too late to worry about whether the mosquito is in the room. He might have left by now. Plus, they seem to prefer John just as much as me, which is rare. I have a feeling John prefers American mosquitoes....
We have a determined spider with no short-term memory that weaves a web over our door each night. I, of course, always forget and so have a daily creepy experience of walking through his web. He's probably figuring that since we're renters, we'll leave his house alone soon.
They say vipers and wild boars are rampant in these parts, but luckily I have only encountered spiders, mosquitoes and swifts.
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