Friends, I realize you may be wondering how our friend Jerry is getting along - (the bug that I found in my bathroom, remember?). Well, he has been quite busy - Thursday and Friday he made two circuits around the walls of the bathroom. This is as far as I know - he may have made more, but I only was around for 2.
Then Saturday afternoon, he perched right next to the bathroom door for a few hours, and eventually snuck his way out of the bathroom into the main bedroom. I know, big exciting stuff for a big bug! He really could have done this at any time, because the bathroom door is at least 2 inches off the ground - but I didn't tell him that. Some things a bug must learn on his own.
All this while, I've been reminding him of our pact - official isolationism. I don't kill him, and he doesn't lay any eggs (or leave the bathroom, but he modified that part slightly). Despite Jerry's liberal interpretation of our pact, I left him to wander my room unhindered - he really is an explorer at heart.
Well, when I arrived home um, late Saturday night (ok fine, it was really Sunday morning) - tragedy! I found Jerry sprawled out near my "vanity" area (really just a sink where I put my vitamins and toothbrush), on his back! quelle horreur! Pauvre Jerry, what will we do with him? I thought he was dead and was goign to scoop him up and give him a proper burial, until I saw a slight wiggle of one of his antenna. Folks, Jerry is still alive at this moment - I don't have the heart to kill him. I really don't know what step to take, but I fear his time is near.
*quick note to say, yes, there are other things happening here than me sitting around watching a mammoth winged grasshopper who may or may not have a stinger wander around my room. I just thought you might enjoy this peak into rustic Juba life.
Then Saturday afternoon, he perched right next to the bathroom door for a few hours, and eventually snuck his way out of the bathroom into the main bedroom. I know, big exciting stuff for a big bug! He really could have done this at any time, because the bathroom door is at least 2 inches off the ground - but I didn't tell him that. Some things a bug must learn on his own.
All this while, I've been reminding him of our pact - official isolationism. I don't kill him, and he doesn't lay any eggs (or leave the bathroom, but he modified that part slightly). Despite Jerry's liberal interpretation of our pact, I left him to wander my room unhindered - he really is an explorer at heart.
Well, when I arrived home um, late Saturday night (ok fine, it was really Sunday morning) - tragedy! I found Jerry sprawled out near my "vanity" area (really just a sink where I put my vitamins and toothbrush), on his back! quelle horreur! Pauvre Jerry, what will we do with him? I thought he was dead and was goign to scoop him up and give him a proper burial, until I saw a slight wiggle of one of his antenna. Folks, Jerry is still alive at this moment - I don't have the heart to kill him. I really don't know what step to take, but I fear his time is near.
*quick note to say, yes, there are other things happening here than me sitting around watching a mammoth winged grasshopper who may or may not have a stinger wander around my room. I just thought you might enjoy this peak into rustic Juba life.
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