Two is a coincidence.
Apr. 21st, 2009 04:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockAt 3:30 this morning I spent about 15 minutes chasing a large moth out of my room.
It was the size of a hummingbird. It could probably have taken a hummingbird in a lamp fight.
I had a stick with a hook thing on the edge, which I mostly used to make noise in the air in hopes of driving it out (useless.) I didn't want to leave my room to get a broom for fear that the thing would nest in my bed or under my desk or something while I had stepped out. Why was I so freaked out? It almost landed on me (like the mosquito eater earlier tonight) and dude, that's not supposed to happen twice in one fucking night.
I chased it into the hallway, where it took roost on the fire alarm. It's there now. I took pictures, which I will post tomorrow when there's actual daylight outside. I went downstairs to get some water (my heart was/is racing) and another mosquito eater, possibly the same one from early, started flying at me. I used an electric fly swatter we keep above the fridge to stun it and carry it outside. About ten minutes later an even bigger one started hovering around my head. About this time I'm feeling a serious need for both an exterminator and possibly religion (ew) because it's like I'm being visited by the ghosts of insects past. I capture this one in a cup, try to toss it out the back door. It refuses to go, so I capture it again and set the cup, giant insect trapped inside, upside down on the table. I write I note for my mom in the morning, should she choose to dispose of it when she wakes up. These insects have gotten progressively bigger as the night gets later.
I go back up the stairs, the moth is still roosting on the fire alarm. I come up here, I write my report that you're reading now. I don't think I'll actually be able to sleep tonight, for fear that in a few hours I'll wake up with a rat on my chest, or worse.
This is getting very Dickens and very Jumangi, and I don't like it either way. It's hot, and I'm tired, and I'm perversely disturbed that the amount of nature in my house is only going to increase the longer I stay conscious...a thought which, on its own, is almost guaranteeing that precise outcome.
I have to try for sleep. I'll post pictures tomorrow of the various amounts of wildlife that have invaded my room without any logical way of getting in the actual house.
It was the size of a hummingbird. It could probably have taken a hummingbird in a lamp fight.
I had a stick with a hook thing on the edge, which I mostly used to make noise in the air in hopes of driving it out (useless.) I didn't want to leave my room to get a broom for fear that the thing would nest in my bed or under my desk or something while I had stepped out. Why was I so freaked out? It almost landed on me (like the mosquito eater earlier tonight) and dude, that's not supposed to happen twice in one fucking night.
I chased it into the hallway, where it took roost on the fire alarm. It's there now. I took pictures, which I will post tomorrow when there's actual daylight outside. I went downstairs to get some water (my heart was/is racing) and another mosquito eater, possibly the same one from early, started flying at me. I used an electric fly swatter we keep above the fridge to stun it and carry it outside. About ten minutes later an even bigger one started hovering around my head. About this time I'm feeling a serious need for both an exterminator and possibly religion (ew) because it's like I'm being visited by the ghosts of insects past. I capture this one in a cup, try to toss it out the back door. It refuses to go, so I capture it again and set the cup, giant insect trapped inside, upside down on the table. I write I note for my mom in the morning, should she choose to dispose of it when she wakes up. These insects have gotten progressively bigger as the night gets later.
I go back up the stairs, the moth is still roosting on the fire alarm. I come up here, I write my report that you're reading now. I don't think I'll actually be able to sleep tonight, for fear that in a few hours I'll wake up with a rat on my chest, or worse.
This is getting very Dickens and very Jumangi, and I don't like it either way. It's hot, and I'm tired, and I'm perversely disturbed that the amount of nature in my house is only going to increase the longer I stay conscious...a thought which, on its own, is almost guaranteeing that precise outcome.
I have to try for sleep. I'll post pictures tomorrow of the various amounts of wildlife that have invaded my room without any logical way of getting in the actual house.
