The bad news is: I got bugs. The good news is: I want bugs.
If only so I can tell you about the bugs I got.
Perhaps I'm a bit strange, but it is my secret wish to be bitten by some sort of extra-toxic spider so I will have something exciting to document. Perhaps the death and subsequent amputation of a finger. Not an important finger like pointer, middle or thumb, those digits have star power, the audience has gotten far too attached to them over the past 28 years. It would have to be a minor player, like the ring or the pinky, in order to shake things up but not upset the fans.
Well I didn't get bitten by a poisonous spider and I still have all my fingers last I counted. Not only do I still have my digits intact but I also have acquired a strange infestation: What look like lady bugs are all over my curtains, floor and ceiling. At least 30 that I can count. In case you haven't noticed I am hesitant to call them actual lady bugs. I seem to remember from a nature show or a schoolyard friend that there are bugs that look just like lady bugs but the only difference is that they bite, or they have more spots, or they have the top score on dig dug at pizza castle. My particular lady bugs don't really seem to have any special abilities except for dying and piling up in the corners.
Besides that not much wildlife news to report. Max is staying in because he got beaten up by some outdoor menace who left him with a mean scratch on his nose. Pagoda keeps begging to be let out only to find that its still raining and rain is still wet and he hates wet. One positive to the rain is I get to wear my new rain coat tomorrow.
I know i have some explaining to do. I have been a bad blogger, I know that. I haven't updated in quite a while and for that I am sorry. I'm going to attempt to gain your forgiveness by putting up some of the pictures I have collected over the past month.
Good ol' Johnny Kall is very pleased to meet you.
For Halloween I'm thinking of dressing these two as little planes and then Brooke and I can be the World Trade Center. Too soon? I think you're right.
Well if you must know the real reason I have been putting off blogging for so long. Besides grad-school, which turns out to be a fair amount of work, I have taken on a computer building project. I would now like to take this time to, as my father says, tell you too much about penguins:
23 inch mac studio display running windows vista home premium 64-bit, with an alchemy elixir keyboard and a razer copperhead gaming mouse.
Antec 900 gaming case with 4 fans, perfect for sucking cat hair into delicate computer parts.
AMD Athlon Dual Core 3.0 gHz processor, running 4gb of ram, with a Asus Radeon 4850 overclocked at 680 mHz.
And it works! I put it together with my own hands and it actually works. The feeling of acomplishment I got after compleating this project was much like I imagine a new mother would feel when holding her newborn for the first time. Except unlike a new mother I'm not bored to tears, my computer has way better graphics then a baby.
Anyways, enough about penguins. I promise my next post will be a real one!
Just when you think the magic is gone. Just when you think there can't possibly be any more insects of interest hanging around my house. Life hits you with a doozy. I have no idea what kind of bug this is. A brief look at the displays in the entomology department lead me to believe its some kind of squash bug. Whatever it is, it's obviously prehistoric... and yes, it is on the inside of the window.
When I started this I knew it could not last forever. After going for three or four days without seeing any insects of note, I am now contemplating changing the theme of this blog to something else. Its hard to say goodbye when you've had so many good times together, but if I may quote myself "all good things must come to an end". Yes I just made that saying up. Right "off the top of my head" as I also like to say, when I made that saying up as well. Perhaps this blog can continue as an anthology of my great phraseology, or maybe I can add a 500 word tribute to my new mini fridge. As the end of the era of my insect blogging ends I leave you with the only pitiful specimen I have encountered in the past week. This fella was quite dead when I found him. Upon returning with some tissue to dispose of the carcass I found nothing there. He was gone, to a better place I suppose. I then noticed the smug look on my cats face, the look of a cat that has eaten the perfect thing to barf up later.