I love Costa Rica.  I love the weather, the food, the language, the scenery, the bio-diversity, the not-Americaness, the challenge, the distance, the naturalness.  I do not,  however, always love the visitors who come to my house.  That’s why I have a cat.  He’s supposed to keep away the unwanted guests.  This week: Cat-fail.

Why do the tiny ones live all out in the open, but the eat-your-face sized ones move in behind the crap you never move?