Animal farm

The day before yesterday we noted that big flying ants in large numbers were making their way into our bathroom. It turned that the outside wall of our flat was covered with thousands of fleeing ants, stirred from their home by an afternoon irrigation effort, and now desperately looking for a new home. The hotel management allowed us to change room, and when I returned to our old room to pick up things, a lizard was sitting on the table sticking out its yellow tongue towards me. Blimey.