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So two weird things happened tonight. The first was that Nausicaa went to cuddle on her blanket again, but then was freaked out by what I assumed was just another cricket. It had been on the blanket all night so I just assumed it was a cricket and just didn't care enough to do anything about it. But her sniffing and nuzzling the blanket disturbed it and it began to scuttle around quickly. I grabbed a shoe at first worried that it was a roach, and then realized it was in fact an ant like insect the size of my thumbnail. It has to be some sort of wingless wasp, I've got it captured in a Starbucks bottle. If it is still alive tomorrow I will bring it in to work and show it off.
The second weird ocurrence happened around ten. Something began hitting my screen door, and when I walked over I realized that it was a mid sized colorful bird bent on getting in to the house. When I startled it away from the screen it started to fly into the window, so I decided to walk outside to catch it and take a picture. I caught it, put it in a box and took a few photos before accidentally letting it loose in the house. I managed to recapture it and took some photos in my hand before releasing it outside. I noticed after about ten minutes that Nausicaa was behaving a bit strangely and realized it was still on the porch looking in. I tried to catch it again, thinking I would rather have it a little freaked out under a laundry basket all night than having it start bashing into the windows again. That managed to scare it enough for it to fly off. I'm not one for signs, but the whole thing felt symbolic in some way. Maybe not symbolic, perhaps portentious? I don't know but it was fun.
The second weird ocurrence happened around ten. Something began hitting my screen door, and when I walked over I realized that it was a mid sized colorful bird bent on getting in to the house. When I startled it away from the screen it started to fly into the window, so I decided to walk outside to catch it and take a picture. I caught it, put it in a box and took a few photos before accidentally letting it loose in the house. I managed to recapture it and took some photos in my hand before releasing it outside. I noticed after about ten minutes that Nausicaa was behaving a bit strangely and realized it was still on the porch looking in. I tried to catch it again, thinking I would rather have it a little freaked out under a laundry basket all night than having it start bashing into the windows again. That managed to scare it enough for it to fly off. I'm not one for signs, but the whole thing felt symbolic in some way. Maybe not symbolic, perhaps portentious? I don't know but it was fun.