More Adventures With Bugs
I put the garbage out tonight--tomorrow is pick up day--and while I try to be quick in and out the door, it's not always easy when I'm toting a garbage bag and stuff for the recycle bin. Tonight, I wasn't quite fast enough.
After putting out the trash, I sat down to figure out what to blog about. As I'm thinking, I catch something from the corner of my eye to the right of the television and near the back of the entertainment unit. I glance over, but see nothing. It's a little shadowy in that corner because the recessed light that would illuminate that area burnt out and I haven't replaced it yet. Probably my imagination, I decided.
But maybe I should check it out anyway. But on the other hand, it probably was my imagination. This wouldn't be the first time I thought I'd seen a bug when there wasn't one.
Maybe ten more minutes go by. I hear something. This definitely sounds like a bug now. I get up and go for the bug spray. But maybe this low-test spray I have won't kill the thing. That quick glimpse I had suggested it was something big. I spot the broom for sweeping the patio and grab it.
I'm now armed.
I walk to the family room where I'd heard something. Before I can see anything, it flies right at me!
I jump back and try to use the broom to drive it away from my legs. It finally gets down on the carpet. I feel a split second of relief that it's not a giant roach like one of the guys at work had in his house, and then I whack it with the broom.
I whack it so hard, I bent the metal handle of my broom. It's still moving.
Again and again I hit it, but it won't die. I step on it. Nope, not dead yet. I step on it another time. And once more. Finally, I use the broom to sweep if onto the fireplace tile and step on it there.
It's still moving! What is this? The Terminator of the bug world?
The second time I stepped on him with the hard surface, he made a crunching sound. Dead, dead at last. Let this be a warning to you bugs of all sizes and ilks (I include spiders), if you enter my territory, you'll pay with your life. My word on it.
After putting out the trash, I sat down to figure out what to blog about. As I'm thinking, I catch something from the corner of my eye to the right of the television and near the back of the entertainment unit. I glance over, but see nothing. It's a little shadowy in that corner because the recessed light that would illuminate that area burnt out and I haven't replaced it yet. Probably my imagination, I decided.
But maybe I should check it out anyway. But on the other hand, it probably was my imagination. This wouldn't be the first time I thought I'd seen a bug when there wasn't one.
Maybe ten more minutes go by. I hear something. This definitely sounds like a bug now. I get up and go for the bug spray. But maybe this low-test spray I have won't kill the thing. That quick glimpse I had suggested it was something big. I spot the broom for sweeping the patio and grab it.
I'm now armed.
I walk to the family room where I'd heard something. Before I can see anything, it flies right at me!
I jump back and try to use the broom to drive it away from my legs. It finally gets down on the carpet. I feel a split second of relief that it's not a giant roach like one of the guys at work had in his house, and then I whack it with the broom.
I whack it so hard, I bent the metal handle of my broom. It's still moving.
Again and again I hit it, but it won't die. I step on it. Nope, not dead yet. I step on it another time. And once more. Finally, I use the broom to sweep if onto the fireplace tile and step on it there.
It's still moving! What is this? The Terminator of the bug world?
The second time I stepped on him with the hard surface, he made a crunching sound. Dead, dead at last. Let this be a warning to you bugs of all sizes and ilks (I include spiders), if you enter my territory, you'll pay with your life. My word on it.
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