Ahhh...the process of discovery makes for so many adventures and misadventures, and sometimes there are more than one a day! For me, they all seemed to converge last week. I'll leave it up to you to do the math:
1 dead mouse (in trap) + 1 live mouse (eating left-over bread in trap) + 1 bed (on floor 5 ft. away with me in it) = 0 patience
1 sleepless night + 1 looming oral Uzbek exam + 2 bratty host-sisters + 1 noisy television = 1 major argument
2 embarrassed host-parents + 2 concerned Peace Corps staff + 1 telephone = a few long conversations
1 American + 6 Uzbeks + 1 house = tolerance with a big T
But now, everything is back to almost normal, each of us learning how to live with one another better...typical of any family, really.
P.S. The second mouse was finally trapped, underneath my desk, as I was sitting there studying for my Uzbek exam. I'm just glad it hadn't nibbled on my big toe. *fake smile*