Ants. It seems like they are never completely out of season, but there are definitely times when there are more of them. They swarm on anything that's left on the counter for just a few minutes. They're all over the sink if you don't wash the dishes right away. (I can tell if the housekeeper isn't washing dishes well enough, because they swarm the "clean" dishes in the drying rack, too.) I'm finding them in the microwave and huddling outside the refrigerator. They're on furniture in the living room. I often find them crawling across the screen on my laptop and Kindle. They are too numerous to bother with traps, motels, bug bombs, vinegar washes. There are always more ants that will replace the ones you get rid of.
I've given up. I'm living with the ants for three more months. I know that there will be ants in Rhode Island this summer, too, but for some reason that doesn't bother me right now. I'm so happy that the mosquitos won't be carrying malaria that I'm actually welcoming the tame little Rhode Island bugs I'll find.
I don't want this to become a complaint blog. I'm trying to enjoy my last couple of months here, because I do love it here and I am going to miss it. As a Burundian co-worker said to me today, we're leaving with a huge souvenir! It will be impossible to forget our time here.