1. I have found corn kernals in a fifty-gallon oil drum which was not outside my room when I went to sleep last night.
2. I have found empty ears of corn in a large tin which formerly contained motor oil, sitting on top of the woodstove, mixed in with potato peelings.
3. I have found corn in a large green suitcase, which Bebua took to ozurgeti to trade for sugar.
In other news, when I walked outside of my room this morning, it had snowed ALL OVER. A passing water buffalo looked me dead in the eyes. “‘Sup, bro? I’m a buffalo. This is my turf.”