This adorable ball of dead skin, hair, dirt and dust was collected from the stairs leading up to the second floor in our house.
I think I'll name him Barry and keep him in a jar beside my bed, and pull him out from time to time to keep me company through those lonely, cold winter nights.
Problems in China Update: The affront on the cockroach problem is going poorly. So far there has only been one cockroach stupid enough to wander into the crappy glue trap our landlords gave to us. Allegedly the exterminators are coming on Tuesday.