DAY 12
Last night I accidentally brushed my teeth with Tiger Balm. The tube is almost exactly the same size as my tube of toothpaste and it was lying face down (thereby hiding the Tiger Balm logo) on the bathroom ledge, exactly where one would expect a tube of toothpaste to be sitting. I knew something was wrong the moment I started brushing, but kept brushing. After all, what could be wrong? I thought perhaps the maid had left a complementary toothpaste, something altogether fruitier and mintier…spicier. It was then I spied my own tube of toothpaste in my bathroom kit bag and knew something was afoot…or, at least amouth. After much more than the prerequisite of brushing and spitting, I went to bed worried that I had poisoned myself and that my mouth muscles would be so relaxed that I wouldn’t be able to cry for help.
All night I heard the mosquitos flying against the mosquito netting over the bed…pthhh…pthhh…pthhh…and a strange howling sound outside in the dark small backstreets, doglike, like that of a dog. Must be more careful.
