Yes, it's very late...
...and, yes, I do plan on waking up in about 4 hours. But let me tell you why I am still awake:
Those of you who know me in real life (hell, maybe it also bleeds into my occasional half-assed attempt at a blog - I just cursed twice in one sentence for no good reason. My, I do get punchy in the wee, small hours of the morning) know that I have my fair share of neuroses and a couple of phobias. Like any normal, well-adjusted 20-year-old. The world is a scary place. Half the battle is acknowledging that. I'm still working on that other half. Anyhow, one of my phobias is bugs. Specifically, the stinging and biting kinds and the big, honking palmetto bugs (jumbo cockroaches) we get down here. Also, anything that could potentially crawl into any orifice-o-mine while I'm sleeping. Basically, all bugs, except butterflies.
Anyway, at about 1:30 am, close to when I had originally planned on going to bed, I heard the unmistakable sound of a small, airborne critter repeatedly colliding with an unidentifiable surface. I knew it was likely a palmetto bug that had sneaked in from my attic. Well, I'm certainly not about to turn out the lights and climb into bed, lying all innocent-prey-like in my bed while that ricochets off of various surfaces in my boudoir. So I decided to wait it out, wasting time on the Internet and silently praying that the creature (it's so late I started to spell that with a 'ch' forming the 'ch' sound) would flee my room. I could never catch sight of the bug, despite hearing it almost nonstop for two straight hours. Finally, I notice that the Target bag hung off of the nearer post at the bottom of my bed was moving...well, something inside it was moving. I grabbed the nearest roach-killing object (24 Season 3 DVD) off of my desk and delivered one, two, three thwacks to the bag. Once satisfied that the bug was dead or at least maimed (and now I sound really callous...but bugs are our NATURAL ENEMIES, people!), I returned to tell you all about it. And now there's a nice thunderstorm in progress, and I always fall asleep easily during those. Funny how well things work out sometimes.
Still, I'm afraid to look inside that bag. Do bug guts come out of new cotton shirts easily?
Those of you who know me in real life (hell, maybe it also bleeds into my occasional half-assed attempt at a blog - I just cursed twice in one sentence for no good reason. My, I do get punchy in the wee, small hours of the morning) know that I have my fair share of neuroses and a couple of phobias. Like any normal, well-adjusted 20-year-old. The world is a scary place. Half the battle is acknowledging that. I'm still working on that other half. Anyhow, one of my phobias is bugs. Specifically, the stinging and biting kinds and the big, honking palmetto bugs (jumbo cockroaches) we get down here. Also, anything that could potentially crawl into any orifice-o-mine while I'm sleeping. Basically, all bugs, except butterflies.
Anyway, at about 1:30 am, close to when I had originally planned on going to bed, I heard the unmistakable sound of a small, airborne critter repeatedly colliding with an unidentifiable surface. I knew it was likely a palmetto bug that had sneaked in from my attic. Well, I'm certainly not about to turn out the lights and climb into bed, lying all innocent-prey-like in my bed while that ricochets off of various surfaces in my boudoir. So I decided to wait it out, wasting time on the Internet and silently praying that the creature (it's so late I started to spell that with a 'ch' forming the 'ch' sound) would flee my room. I could never catch sight of the bug, despite hearing it almost nonstop for two straight hours. Finally, I notice that the Target bag hung off of the nearer post at the bottom of my bed was moving...well, something inside it was moving. I grabbed the nearest roach-killing object (24 Season 3 DVD) off of my desk and delivered one, two, three thwacks to the bag. Once satisfied that the bug was dead or at least maimed (and now I sound really callous...but bugs are our NATURAL ENEMIES, people!), I returned to tell you all about it. And now there's a nice thunderstorm in progress, and I always fall asleep easily during those. Funny how well things work out sometimes.
Still, I'm afraid to look inside that bag. Do bug guts come out of new cotton shirts easily?