The other day, a Bangladeshi asked me if I liked Bangladesh.
 
However, at that very moment, I felt something crawling up my spine.  I started shaking back and forth, hoping to knock it off. 
 
He took this as a negative sign.
 
Feeling tiny legs scurrying towards the nape of my neck, I stood up, "no, I mean, I like Bangladesh, I just have something crawling up my back." 
 
At that point, Efrath gasped and leapt over to sweep a giant cockroach off my shoulder. 
 
 
Looking back, I think that was the most sincere answer I've ever given to a Bangladeshi inquiring as to my opinion of their country.