In June, a unique situation led to my isolation from mammals. Staying in a shabby motel, I resembled a 1930s outlaw evading the authorities. The surroundings were far from glamorous, with a landfill visible from my window.

To ensure the safety of others, I slept across the bed’s foot, maintaining distance from the wall where someone might rest. Avoidance of pregnant women and children under ten was crucial due to my potential risk to them.