Was just sitting in the living room of Brattislava, watching baseball, arguing with Vito over how many extra hours of travel time to leave before our flight tomorrow when in the darkness of the room I saw a wide shadow across the far wall. Curious, I turned on the light.

"Holy crap," I yelled, "That roach is as big as a farm animal."

The thing had horns on its back. And a spiked collar.

Vito picked up a flyswatter and with a move that was much too well-practiced slayed the full-size SUV that was scaling the flaking plaster.

I poured another glass of brandy for myself...

Vito wins. We'll leave this place as early as possible tomorrow morning.