Fly Little Bug

Finding nothing else of importance within the apartment, I scooped up {if dragonflies>1}one of the dragonflies{else}the dragonfly{endif} and carried it back to the living room. High on the wall, over the sink, was a tiny window barely larger than a tissue box, but it had a latch, so I figured it would open. Climbing up onto the counter, I peered out and saw little to identify where I was. To me, it just looked like sand interspersed with a liberal number of yellowing bushes that I didn’t think were actual sagebrush, but something similar that I couldn’t identify. Beyond were some equally dry hillsides. The only man-made structure that I could see from the window was a small barn or shed with bare wooden sides and a corrugated metal roof.

“Okay, little guy, go tell Katja where I am, and let’s see if they were able to track anyone else from the auction,” I whispered to the little insect as I lifted it to the window and let it free.

It clung to my finger for a moment, but was soon off into the wind, probably—hopefully—headed back to its mistress who was just waiting to send the team to retrieve me. Unfortunately, I didn’t even know what part of Mexico I was in, so I didn’t know how long that might take. From what I could recall, Katja seemed confident in her ability to find her dragonflies, so I put off thoughts of some hungry bird snatching it out of mid-air and decided to do the only thing I could in the bland living space—I sat in front of the TV and tried futilely to find something that would tell me where I was or what was happening in the outside world.