Battle Scars
As I may or may not have mentioned in the past, I have frequent visitors at my humble abode. Thankfully, I have limited their visits to outside my door - and so far, few have made it inside. Some of my more distinguished guests have been of the slug, centipede, fly, mosquito and most recently, cricket families. As flattered as I am, these are by no means welcome guests. Hence, every evening ... as I walk down the stairs ... waiting for the motion sensor light to activate ... I am in full fighting position, which often means I'm ready to retreat at a second's notice (call me the cowardly lion). I have found that this tactic is in the spirit of live and let live - meaning, within a few seconds of the lights coming on, they all scatter ... but secretly hope to sneak in with me.
Every once in a while, however, I am faced with some less subtle personalities - and it is at that time, that I must do battle to enter the home.
Last night, I took my usual approach - admittedly, I had let my guard down since in the past few weeks I haven't had anything to worry about. I was on the phone, getting some last minute things together for WWRW Part Duex. Just as the lights came on, I saw two camel crickets bolt -- and they bolted STRAIGHT at me! With a quiet yelp, I retreated ... but dropped my phone in shock ... it landed right next to Camel 1. My next tactic is usually to wave things around, and that usually freaks them out enough to retreat quietly - and it worked for Camel 2. Camel 1 however, thought it wise to spring at me again ... thinking, in its tiny little brain, that it could spook me ... silly silly. Although I retreated slightly, I was looking for the kill ... plus, I needed to rescue my phone, which incidentally was still connected to the other caller. I didn't realize this until I heard a faint "Hello ..." (which of course spooked me coz I thought the dinosaur, i.e. my phone, had died!)
Anyhoo, long story short - my protective genes came out fighting, and with one mighty lunge - I ended the life of a young camel cricket.
Squash.
So you may wonder, what are my battle scars? Well, the dinosaur requires some new tape (five pieces of tape instead of four), and probably has more scratches on it after having landed on the concrete from five feet above ground. Dino's scars are my scars.
[Yes, brain cells are being depleted slowly - hence the pointless posting.]
Every once in a while, however, I am faced with some less subtle personalities - and it is at that time, that I must do battle to enter the home.
Last night, I took my usual approach - admittedly, I had let my guard down since in the past few weeks I haven't had anything to worry about. I was on the phone, getting some last minute things together for WWRW Part Duex. Just as the lights came on, I saw two camel crickets bolt -- and they bolted STRAIGHT at me! With a quiet yelp, I retreated ... but dropped my phone in shock ... it landed right next to Camel 1. My next tactic is usually to wave things around, and that usually freaks them out enough to retreat quietly - and it worked for Camel 2. Camel 1 however, thought it wise to spring at me again ... thinking, in its tiny little brain, that it could spook me ... silly silly. Although I retreated slightly, I was looking for the kill ... plus, I needed to rescue my phone, which incidentally was still connected to the other caller. I didn't realize this until I heard a faint "Hello ..." (which of course spooked me coz I thought the dinosaur, i.e. my phone, had died!)
Anyhoo, long story short - my protective genes came out fighting, and with one mighty lunge - I ended the life of a young camel cricket.
Squash.
So you may wonder, what are my battle scars? Well, the dinosaur requires some new tape (five pieces of tape instead of four), and probably has more scratches on it after having landed on the concrete from five feet above ground. Dino's scars are my scars.
[Yes, brain cells are being depleted slowly - hence the pointless posting.]
posted by zai5h at Thursday, July 26, 2007
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