Bugs are a real issue in my life. Both the insect and human kind. For instance, I had a lovely theatre friend contact me tonight while I was napping on the deck, and we were texting back and forth, and it was such a great "catch-up" and I was wishing him well, and then ....
A big ass black bug flew directly into my mouth and down my throat.
I didn't have time to hock a lugey or heave it back up. It set a course for my gizzards and didn't stop until it got there. I was freaked.
I know that there are a certain amount of bug legs and feet that we consume in canned foods and restaurant meals, but to have that type of direct contact was unnerving.
And it's not even my biggest bug problem. I have some type of moth/fly thing in my pantry that won't go away, no matter how many times I Dust-Bust them. Also, tonight, while I was lying in bed, a love bug was zooming around my head like the Red Baron. Where the hell did a love bug come from?! I thought they only conducted suicide missions on highways.
I have to wonder if it's all related. Are the bugs angry because they lost their trees? I think so.
The trees are gone-ish. Two were cut down to the bone, and one was just shaved. It all began about 8:00 a.m. on Monday, when I received this cryptic message: