perhaps, because you are stabbing them?

A foot-high pile of organic snacks on my craft table can only mean one thing: I'm leaving the country again. This time for Costa Rica, for 9 days, in less than a week.
Whereas most people seem to regard travel as fun and interesting and worth doing, I am not really one of them, and am approaching this with some kind of grim determination to get on the plane, traipse around the rainforest, have awesome experiences, and come home. I agreed to go, couldn't really say no, but yikes. Give me art camp over leaving town any day of the week.