There is no doubt that the experience of being a Peace Corps Volunteer has a profound impact on someone and the other day I was caught in the midst of realizing that I have indeed changed. When I returned from my week of travelling with the College for classroom observations I was so happy to be back home. I even had my own welcome committee of a grasshopper/praying mantis on one of my windows. Without even thinking I whacked the bastard with my bare hand and threw it in the trash. The next morning, when I stepped out of bed, the first thing I saw was a big, black spider. This was disheartening because it was the first spider (other than the little tiny ones that don’t count) that I’ve seen in my rondavel. I didn’t even flinch; I just grabbed a piece of toilet paper and crunched the life out of it. As if those two instances weren’t enough proof, last night when I was in bed after blowing out my candles I heard a scurry of some sort. My feelings were of frustration and annoyance that I would have to search for whatever was making said noise in the dark. Thanks to my OCD list-making and the fact that my lists are hanging on my wall, I could deduce that the creature was scurrying on one of them. I reached for my headlamp and commenced my search. I discovered that the culprit was a cricket on steroids—this thing was HUGE. I grabbed a shoe from my closet and squashed it to death after applying an abnormal amount of pressure until I heard the “crunch” of death/success. After wiping its guts from my wall I crawled back into bed and slept soundly. What has happened to me? Well at least I have a bright opportunity for the future after I come back to the States: Shanelle the exterminator!