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There are four preteens in my living room watching anime and shrieking, which I recall is primarily what one does at that age? In any case, it seems to be good-natured shrieking. Earlier they were all outside sitting in a line on the sunny deck, whittling with specimens from Hoss's ridiculous pocket knife collection. I took a couple of highly representative photos: kids mugging for the camera, kids beaming while holding up knives, kids charging out of the photo or directly at the camera like be-ponytailed, piqued gorillas. It is Hoss and three girls he knows from elementary school, all bright and loud. It's a fun mix.
I am tired and can't maintain my concentration long enough to do much more than make periodic search-and-destroy missions to our bathroom shower, which is currently infested with some kind of horrible shower caterpillars, seriously, what the everlasting fuck? A couple of days ago I noticed one or two little fluffy black flies in the shower stall--which gets cleaned regularly! I might add!--and then a day or two later the microscopic little caterpillars showed up, clustering around the bottom edge of the sliding glass door. They're maybe a quarter inch long at the most. It's possible that if the full-fledged insects are flies, the larval stage might more properly be a maggot, but frankly it is disgusting and I refuse to google "shower maggots" and if you do, I don't want you to tell me what you learn! I'm going to stay ignorant and just bleach the hell out of them.
(Oh, you were wondering what fabulous outfit I'm wearing today for the caterpillarcide? Saturated navy blue flares, a cobalt and black striped shirt, and an enormous black and hot pink color-blocked open-front sweater. I bought the sweater on clearance for the purpose of wearing it around the house when I'm cold, but too lazy to put on something that I'd have to pull all the way over my entire head. The tag says "dry clean only," but it's acrylic, so using my proprietary knitting knowledge I determined that was baloney. All the kids know you can wash and tumble-dry acrylic! Come on).
I am tired and can't maintain my concentration long enough to do much more than make periodic search-and-destroy missions to our bathroom shower, which is currently infested with some kind of horrible shower caterpillars, seriously, what the everlasting fuck? A couple of days ago I noticed one or two little fluffy black flies in the shower stall--which gets cleaned regularly! I might add!--and then a day or two later the microscopic little caterpillars showed up, clustering around the bottom edge of the sliding glass door. They're maybe a quarter inch long at the most. It's possible that if the full-fledged insects are flies, the larval stage might more properly be a maggot, but frankly it is disgusting and I refuse to google "shower maggots" and if you do, I don't want you to tell me what you learn! I'm going to stay ignorant and just bleach the hell out of them.
(Oh, you were wondering what fabulous outfit I'm wearing today for the caterpillarcide? Saturated navy blue flares, a cobalt and black striped shirt, and an enormous black and hot pink color-blocked open-front sweater. I bought the sweater on clearance for the purpose of wearing it around the house when I'm cold, but too lazy to put on something that I'd have to pull all the way over my entire head. The tag says "dry clean only," but it's acrylic, so using my proprietary knitting knowledge I determined that was baloney. All the kids know you can wash and tumble-dry acrylic! Come on).