Bad Bunny
Mikhail suffers from paranoid schizophrenia. This means that not only is he unable to distinguish reality from fantasy but that his fantasies often cause him to react poorly to real-world situations.
One recurring episode is package delivery. Whenever we receive a delivery at the house, Mary and I have to be ready to receive it. Otherwise, Mikhail will hide it. From what we can fathom, he doesn’t trust either the delivery people or the packages that they leave on our front porch. Oftentimes, these boxes are full of the fizzy water that is solely for him. He drinks 6-8 of them every day! If such packages arrive early in the morning, when he is often making his meal and roaming the halls, or while we are away, then he will watch them come and go and then take action.
Once he has seen the delivery person depart, he grabs the package from the porch and finds a place somewhere on the property to stash it.
Our home is bounded on either side with a long greenway of trees, shrubs, ferns, vines, and blackberries. We have traversed gullies and crawled into shrub-lines and under decks to recover packages for him and for us.
Looking for these eggs is no fun at all!
One of these days, Patrick will return. Mary and I remain confident that the young man we knew will smile again when he hears our voices. But for now, we’ve got a bad bunny living with us.