In Which Something is Bugging Me...
My apologies for my away-from-LJ time again...
With regards to the bug issue... We have a neighbor that lives beside our new home, whom I affectionately call "Mrs. Cravitz"... and m'dears, the proverbial shoe fits and she wears it quite well... But that's not what was "bugging" me today...
I went out to finish harvesting the apples and was having a lovely conversation with the apple trees as I was doing so... that was all well and good, until I looked at my arm and noticed the large, pale green, long-legged bug (somewhat delicate looking - I'm sure she would be considered quite a Dame and a beautiful One at that in the Bug World, but still... she was no less scary to me at the moment, having surprised the bejeezus out of me) and she was sitting on my arm discreetly listening to said conversation...
Well, I did what any bug-fearing, Goddess-loving woman WOULD do... I stood there and stammered, "BUG... BB-bb-bb-BIG bug....", and wildly shook my arm a time or two.
Seeing said arm was now less one bug, we breathe a sigh of "Okay, finish harvesting apples" in a somewhat disheveled yet calm-appearing state (while rapidly twisting and plucking said apples and talking very excitedly to said apple trees because we don't know where said bug shooed away to and so now we need to hurry)...
As today is baking day and we're having a large group of Tonya's football team over for "Night Before a Game" carb-up supper, I went back inside, rinsed the apples and my hands and got the second loaf-pan of banana bread in the oven, went into the loo and did my business, and when I was washing my hands, I did what most folks do... I glanced up into the mirror.
Yes, there it sat, looking like a misplaced pale-green feather on top of my non-existent hat... said pretty, pale green, long-legged, BIG BUG is sitting on top of MY red tresses - STARING AT ME in the FREAKING MIRROR!!! She looked so happy up there, so she did... her pale, thin legs were waving a happy "Hello down there" kind of wave at me... Frankly, I still was glad I'd peed BEFORE looking in the mirror rather than the other way around.
I went hi-kneed tearing out of the house, leaving the water still running, my hands dripping wet and stood in the front yard doing the Hootchy-Kootchy Dance, shaking my hair out like a possessed woman loudly proclaiming "BUG!! BIG... BIG... BUG!!! Oh GODDESS, BUG!!!"
Well I'm sure yon neighbor had quite a show, seeing as how she so quietly and surreptitiously guards our house from not-so-afar... I think I looked like that woman in that Stephen King movie with her hair shaking out all over as she spazzes out...
As a side-note, I did not hurt pretty, pale-green, delicately long-legged bug... and I even got her scooted up onto a dustpan and took her back to her apple tree to finish her pre-winter business, whatever that may be... most certainly, though, whatever work she HAS it is NOT to be done while sitting atop some red-head's curls and looking like a misplaced pale-green feather gently waving all the while...
And I figure if "Mrs. Cravitz" wants to know what's with our Witchy Sister's new (and apparently possessed) house-mate, our Witchy Sister can just tell her it's an Autumn Baking Dance that must be done after the last harvest of the year in honour of this year's harvest and in hopes of bringing the "green things" back NEXT year...