Трудно не стать Дарреллом , живя на Корфу....

It's hard not to become Darrell while living in Corfu. Even when you are three times more than ten years old, you are indifferent to the animal world and came to Corfu for only ten days, the rich fauna of the island will overcome you anyway.
You go in the shower - a centipede stares at you from the wall. You are looking for a scoop in the district for a long time, as a result you take it out at a children's board game. You carry quickly, like a fire bomb, rather you throw overboard, rather you close the door.
And on the floor is already sitting a huge beetle, moving his mustache, well, they say, now try with me like that.
Politely you open the door for him, asking him to leave. You suggest the direction of sneakers. The beetle tactfully leaves the room, realizing that he is not welcome here.
Sit at the table. You put your elbow and feel the injection. On the arm sits an ant the size of a pumpkin seed, red, elongated. You get rid of it in a completely non-human way.
You lay down, tired after day excursions and other tourist labor, to sleep. Turn off the light. Blissfully stretched out under your freshly changed sheet. You begin to gently fall asleep ...
“Zzzzz-dratuti,” the mosquito sits on your face. Waving your hands in an attempt to lime the villain. Turn on the light, clap a few. You lie down.
Zzzzz.
You drive away.
Trr. Trr. Trr. Trr.
An unknown something beats against a wall, flaps its wings, wants to be free.
Fear has big eyes. Reflecting from a mosquito, imagine a monster overseas, beating under the ceiling, and how you die from its bite.
U. U. U. U. U. U. U.
Outside the window, a bird-alarm has started a song. Thanks to her, the eruption of a terrible beetle is not heard, and the dream again falls on his eyelids. Inertly waved mosquito.
After listening to the cries of the bird alarm, you finally fall asleep.
Mosquito eats happily.