"Evenin' , you got me deeper in your power Every minute seems like an hour"
Hello there. Still here. Still lurking. I have no internet at my home, haven't for a month or two, I will have internet as of next month. I will comment and give y'all more of an update then. Here is a clip of my life:
There are so many crickets in the house. I have killed over seventy of them with my frying pan. They have been my sole companions in this house for close to a month other than the music I play. It’s strange how the human desire to packbond works. Though I hate them and even feel anger by their presence here I also find them strangely endearing at times. They look kind of cute. One of them was just crawling across the floor and got so scared when I stood up that it flipped itself on its back several times before scuttling under a cabinet. I feel bad for them. I see them, hiding and running in fear from me every time they are crushed. I try to be merciful but there are times that I only get half of their body with the frying pan and they struggle with their tiny antennae and legs to try and hide from me and death.
There’s that. Then I am kept awake by their screams. They get loudest at 3-4 am when all the world around the house sounds like one giant scream without end. It is nightmarish on some days.
I can’t blame them for being afraid -as much as a cricket can feel fear. I am trying to kill them for if I don’t then they will lay eggs and there will be a sea of them. They are just running for their lives, hiding wherever they can. They are calling desperately out to each other and then when they make the bold move to try and find their friends and mates they get crushed in no-man’s land. One cry silenced, one cry unanswered. More are lost every day.
It makes me hope that aliens are more benevolent than us or at least that they have some plastic jars to carry us outside to where we won’t bother them and where we won’t have to die. After all, we too would be so small and scared - crying out to each other in the wake of foreign giants towering over us. Scrabbling with little legs as we tried to escape death.
There are so many crickets in the house. I have killed over seventy of them with my frying pan. They have been my sole companions in this house for close to a month other than the music I play. It’s strange how the human desire to packbond works. Though I hate them and even feel anger by their presence here I also find them strangely endearing at times. They look kind of cute. One of them was just crawling across the floor and got so scared when I stood up that it flipped itself on its back several times before scuttling under a cabinet. I feel bad for them. I see them, hiding and running in fear from me every time they are crushed. I try to be merciful but there are times that I only get half of their body with the frying pan and they struggle with their tiny antennae and legs to try and hide from me and death.
There’s that. Then I am kept awake by their screams. They get loudest at 3-4 am when all the world around the house sounds like one giant scream without end. It is nightmarish on some days.
I can’t blame them for being afraid -as much as a cricket can feel fear. I am trying to kill them for if I don’t then they will lay eggs and there will be a sea of them. They are just running for their lives, hiding wherever they can. They are calling desperately out to each other and then when they make the bold move to try and find their friends and mates they get crushed in no-man’s land. One cry silenced, one cry unanswered. More are lost every day.
It makes me hope that aliens are more benevolent than us or at least that they have some plastic jars to carry us outside to where we won’t bother them and where we won’t have to die. After all, we too would be so small and scared - crying out to each other in the wake of foreign giants towering over us. Scrabbling with little legs as we tried to escape death.