Life as a foreign resident has its trials. Some problems are giant-size, such as issues with communication, while others are more mundane, like how to deal with bugs. Which in Japan can also be giant-size.
And then these matters can cross, like the time at a late summer festival when I watched a gigantic praying mantis creep up a parade watcher's shoe and into his slacks. I could see it crawling upward under the fabric.
My Japanese skills froze and I could think of no other way to communicate other than to make a "three-inch" gesture with my fingers and then point at the man's pants. Luckily, before I did, he walked away.