Yecch! I’ve just brought five earwigs onto the yacht. F-i-v-e, yecch, yecch, yecch! And one again, yecch! Those who know me very well would easily guess that killing them was accompanied by screams – just as they tried to escape climbing up my hawse-pipe.

Of course, according to very good practice, one should hang bananas overboard in salt water for a while or at least to wash them. But feeling completely self-satisfied I hang them in the cockpit. And while I was eating all of sudden I saw these huge, dreadful, surely hairy and dangerous for human existence earwigs. First, and then second… oh, my God. And the worst thing was that the whole bunch of bananas was hanging on my favorite rope so I couldn’t cut it off. I had to grub with my hands over these bananas, to take them off, minutes seemed to be hours. Nasty stuff, I am telling you. I guess I have no interest in eating these bananas anymore.