In my absence a lot of funny stuff has happened, BUT no time to blog.
While reading my Blog, you would have probably gathered that I AM SHIT SCARED of moths and other flapping things. I doubt it's the actual insect, as much as it is the sound of something flapping.
Soo, the other night, I was happily brushing my teeth, when OUT OF NOWHERE the most massive moth appears right next to me. ... In the bathroom ... . When we don't actually open our window, ever! It must have crawled through those air vents and popped out. Yuck! Right next to me. Obviously, I ran out the bathroom screaming and let Mr. Bubbles deal with the matter.
Here it goes, I am the weirdest person on this planet, because I don't want to kill insects. I think it's just wrong. Who am I to take their little insect lives, right? But at the same time I cannot stand the idea of anything buzzing/flapping in my room, so I kill ... or well, let kill and then feel terribly sorry for killing it. Yes, a clear discrepancy between my morals and my actions.
Just earlier, Mr. Bubbles went off to some concert or another and he is usually the one taking care of insects aannd the second he leaves the house, I move my bag and what flaps out? A MASSIVE MOTH!!! - What is it with these things? SERIOUSLY! They must have made a pact against me!
It flew surprisingly slow, at first I thought it was a bit of fluffy lint... maybe because it's daylight? Anyhow, first impulse, run into the bedroom screaming, shut the door, gather my strength and potential weapons, open the door and search for it. On my way to where I thought it might be sitting, I swapped weapons and grabbed a fly swat and some insecticides. Yuck ok? I finally find it and unload an entire bottle of spray on it and it drops onto my desk (!!!!!) how inconvenient.
5 quick thoughts later, I grabbed some paper to push it onto some more paper and take it outside, but it stuck to the desk and the body was still squishy and alive and pulsating. Argh. I felt so bad. It was suffering in the misery that was inflicted by ME. But then I couldn't get myself to squish it either with my fly swat. SO ... WHAT DID I DO? I grabbed a styrofoam cup from my cupboard and covered it so I didn't have to look at it, while I am sitting here and studying. - FYI, that's apparently something that murderers do when they have killed someone and the regret it and feel remorse at the crimescene, they cover their victims.
In the meantime, it STARTED TO FLAP AGAIN, underneath my CUP! (thank goodness styrofoam is fully opaque!). It gives me the shivers everytime it starts to flap and I feel the need to cover my ears and sing loudly or go "lalalalala"! (Soon I'll probably curl up on the chair and start rocking back and forward.) I'm so weird I know, but thankfully I have relatively good speakers. Yes, I am actually trying to drown the flappy noises coming from the styrofoam cup on my desk with loud music. Unless the cup lifts up and flies away, I should be fine. Okkkkkkk, I think I'll use headphones soon. This is gross!
Hmm nice new popsong.
While reading my Blog, you would have probably gathered that I AM SHIT SCARED of moths and other flapping things. I doubt it's the actual insect, as much as it is the sound of something flapping.
Soo, the other night, I was happily brushing my teeth, when OUT OF NOWHERE the most massive moth appears right next to me. ... In the bathroom ... . When we don't actually open our window, ever! It must have crawled through those air vents and popped out. Yuck! Right next to me. Obviously, I ran out the bathroom screaming and let Mr. Bubbles deal with the matter.
Here it goes, I am the weirdest person on this planet, because I don't want to kill insects. I think it's just wrong. Who am I to take their little insect lives, right? But at the same time I cannot stand the idea of anything buzzing/flapping in my room, so I kill ... or well, let kill and then feel terribly sorry for killing it. Yes, a clear discrepancy between my morals and my actions.
Just earlier, Mr. Bubbles went off to some concert or another and he is usually the one taking care of insects aannd the second he leaves the house, I move my bag and what flaps out? A MASSIVE MOTH!!! - What is it with these things? SERIOUSLY! They must have made a pact against me!
It flew surprisingly slow, at first I thought it was a bit of fluffy lint... maybe because it's daylight? Anyhow, first impulse, run into the bedroom screaming, shut the door, gather my strength and potential weapons, open the door and search for it. On my way to where I thought it might be sitting, I swapped weapons and grabbed a fly swat and some insecticides. Yuck ok? I finally find it and unload an entire bottle of spray on it and it drops onto my desk (!!!!!) how inconvenient.
5 quick thoughts later, I grabbed some paper to push it onto some more paper and take it outside, but it stuck to the desk and the body was still squishy and alive and pulsating. Argh. I felt so bad. It was suffering in the misery that was inflicted by ME. But then I couldn't get myself to squish it either with my fly swat. SO ... WHAT DID I DO? I grabbed a styrofoam cup from my cupboard and covered it so I didn't have to look at it, while I am sitting here and studying. - FYI, that's apparently something that murderers do when they have killed someone and the regret it and feel remorse at the crimescene, they cover their victims.
In the meantime, it STARTED TO FLAP AGAIN, underneath my CUP! (thank goodness styrofoam is fully opaque!). It gives me the shivers everytime it starts to flap and I feel the need to cover my ears and sing loudly or go "lalalalala"! (Soon I'll probably curl up on the chair and start rocking back and forward.) I'm so weird I know, but thankfully I have relatively good speakers. Yes, I am actually trying to drown the flappy noises coming from the styrofoam cup on my desk with loud music. Unless the cup lifts up and flies away, I should be fine. Okkkkkkk, I think I'll use headphones soon. This is gross!
Hmm nice new popsong.
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