Let the Butiki Stay Inside

I love butikis.  No really, I do.  Forget the days when I would huddle, frozen in fear, at whatever was creeping along my wall. Butikis are my new best friends.  They're my knights in shining armor.  Why?  Because those hardcore lizards eat spiders.  They eat all sorts of creepy crawlies that would otherwise be eating me, and since I'm more bug-bite than human right now, I say let the butikis stay inside.

Aside from my newly formed allegiance with the lizards, New Years celebrations have come and gone.  All over the city, fireworks exploded from dusk until pretty much dawn.  Some of our neighbors set off their last fire crackers while we ate our breakfast this morning.  The near-constant explosions and the residual smoke made it really feel like a war zone.  It was both exciting and terrifying.  As midnight drew closer, anything that could be used to make noise was put to use: air horns, chain saws, car engines, karaoke, empty cans, you name it. 

So, Happy New Year!  And bring it on 2017.  I've been waiting for you.