At night, especially when it rains, flying termites are attracted to the lights of our house. They squeeze through the cracks in the windows and doors to get into the house, fly in our faces, drop their wings all over the floor, and squirm with their little bodies at our feet. Tonight we're being attacked by them as we sit outside because of the one lone light the illuminates our porch. As they flop around our keyboards and in our faces, Will grabs one and says some choice words, threatening to rip the insect's wings off.
Our annoyance is actually a delicacy in Kenya. Big fat fried termites are eaten with pleasure by Kenyans. I've never tried it, but I think I'm OK with not experiencing that part of Kenya.