The Captain loves pets, but when they appear without his knowledge... Returning to the post about moving, let's recall that during the move we discovered a lot of interior items. We still can't get enough of them. However, there is a flip side to such freebies.

Actually, it all started with the fact that from the beginning of the week there was a feeling that invisible mosquitoes were appearing from somewhere... then I stopped paying attention. After a week of these strange sensations, waking up in the morning all red, I WAS SERIOUSLY SCARED. Scared because it wasn't clear why this was happening. Either I ate something wrong, or who the hell knows. The situation was dampened by the weekend. Of course, the first thought is – I need to go to the hospital. Especially since I have insurance. So what good is this insurance to me? Does anyone here care? We call InterExchange in NY – “We have a day off, relax bro”. We call CMO Tyumen – the same thing. We read the insurance itself, call the number indicated there – it doesn't connect at all. LOL! Great, since everyone is so eager to help me... we call the nearest hospital:

• Hello, is it possible to drop by for a shot of alcohol, I can pay with my insurance for 50k bucks.
• American?
• No.
• Then we don't give a damn about your insurance. If you want, we can make you our local one, you will pay only 20-30 bucks per visit.
• I'm already tripping over the threshold, I'm afraid I won't make it to you.
  I don't really want to throw money away for something unclear. I thought maybe it would pass on its own. I searched the internet for what it could be, and read something like “search your bed, not the internet”. I turn over my free folding bed, and there turns out to be a free zoo! Different breeds, colors... Well, I was certainly glad, firstly because it's not African plague, and secondly – I have pets! After sitting on a chair all night, the Captain thought that he simply wouldn't have enough blood to feed such a large family. And like in a fairy tale about how parents took their children to the forest to be eaten by wolves, I dragged the folding bed outside in the morning and anathematized the whole family. Moreover, these bedbugs had “Made in USSR” engraved right on them. Apparently, they immigrated along with Soviet settlers. You have to fight such a breed exclusively with the Soviet method – 10 kettles of boiling water. However, I spent the second night on a chair too, because while the folding bed was standing and drying, it suddenly started raining.

Regarding the house and sneakers. The job search started to bear fruit. The Captain got through to a guy who needs his copying equipment brought back to life. Okay. Location: Staten Island. Somehow, half-asleep, on 4 trains and one bus, I hobbled to this Staten Island. At the bus stop, an old man, about 70, named Alexander, originally from Western Ukraine, picked me up. We went to his house, via a hardware store. In addition to setting up the equipment, the priority was building a small house in his backyard, where he wants to put a punching bag to work out xDDD. In short, instead of specialized work, today the Captain was in the role of a summer cottage builder. Preparing the ground, leveling the blocks, and assembling the frame took about 8 hours. It turned out quite well. When we finish, I'll post a photo. The Captain worked so hard that his left sneaker tore across O_o.

Tomorrow I have to go there again. What's pleasing is that the work there is always different, but it's always there.