Wasps, ants, flies, moths, butterflies, locusts, spiders, praying mantises, scorpions… My new world is buzzing, creeping, rattling, crawling with life. There is so much of it that I rarely hesitate to swat, bang, squash, splat, crush the most vexing creatures or species around me. After several weeks in Istria, I feel that I have become somewhat callous about its fauna, though. Issa’s tender poetry comes to my mind more and more often.