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jecca_mehlota) wrote2006-07-17 01:05 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2006-07-17 01:05 am
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I am thinking maybe my karma hates me.
... in so much as karma really hates anyone, anyway. It's decided to strike out at me, regardless. Bad month! First I got stuck in a cave and had a lovely freak out, then we lost the dog, the postal service obviously has it in for me (I'm expecting three different packages, all of which were supposedly shipped over two weeks ago)...
...Actually, I've given up on the mail. The dog was probably blown up at customs or something (why would they be mailing a stuffed animal across the border? Obviously because it is a bomb or something. Whatever.), or they got the address wrong, but either way I'mhoping unyielding cynicism will cause it to spontaneously appear on my doorstep trying not to think about it too much. ...while at the same time trying to tell myself I am totally okay with it being gone and lost forever. Good job, self!
Possibly the same thing happened to my DVDs. It does not take two weeks for a small package to cross two states. It takes... about two days on average, at least in my experiences mailing things both to and from that same post office.
Yesterday I nearly hit a bear cub while driving. It just dashed out across the road about seven feet in front of the car. Originally I thought it was a Newfoundland or something, as it had long, dark, shaggy fur all over, until I realized it was running completely wrong. Actually, my thought process went something along the lines of, "What the - big do - no, not a - bear - Where is the mother? @_@" followed by my stalling the car. Fortunately, I only stall half the time, and then it's usually on flat land and not hills. Go figure?
...There are spiders. Everywhere. I don't like spiders very much. I don't like them on me. Outside, they don't bother me too much, so long as they aren't in my way or, again, are not on me. I don't like killing things, even spiders, but if one is on me it very often dies because I have smashed it too fast to even really register it.
Normally this isn't much of a problem, but lately?
It started innocently enough. There was a harvestman (daddy longlegs) on the counter in the bathroom. I was merrily brushing my teeth when - surprise! Spider-like creature suddenly pops out from behind the toothbrush cup. "Yeek!" thinks I, and promptly clap a paper cup down over it. Everyone else is asleep, so I apologize to it and tell it I will bring it outside in the morning. ...Of course, in the morning, I cannot enter that bathroom because my brother is showering, so when I finally remember, it is because I am again brushing my teeth to go to bed. ...oops. I peer under the cup and the harvestman waves happy at me from the bottom (or now the top, depending on your point of view) of the paper cup.
First thing the next morning, I grab a slip of paper, slip it under the cup, and carry the thing outside and drop it off the porch. In true manner of all things arachnoid, it vanished the moment I blinked. How do they do that?
Then I went back to the bathroom and, after giving the tub a once-over, turned on the water and prepared to engage in the Ritual Cleansing (re: shower). Glasses off (re: I'm blind now) and into the water!
"Saaave mee!" squeals the pathetic black dot trying to scale the bathtub. Now, this doesn't work even in optimal situations, so obviously it wasn't working with a rush of warm water. So, of course, I crouch down to get a look at what the heck is in the shower with me. Of course, it is a spider.
"Yeek!" I say (again, as it is my default mental noise to make whenever a spider invades my Anti-Spider Radius) and back as far away as possible from the thing. This, obviously, is not very far. I am further impeded by the location of said spider. It's towards the back of the bathtub - far from the drain. I cannot move closer to the drain, because then if the spider gets caught in a mini-river, it will sweep towards me and possibly it will land on my foot somehow, and spider + foot = bad. Mostly I was trying to scale the walls in a manner strikingly similar to the hapless spider.
Fortunately for us both, there is a Cool Whip bowl near the bathtub we fill with water for the cat! I grab the bowl and try to get the spider into it without having the thing touch me. This is not easy. It would climb the wall, fall back into the tub (and miss the cool whip bowl directly beneath it), scurry around and come closer to me (again evading the bowl) and eventually start climbing the wall again. I did catch the thing eventually, but then I had to nearly hurl the bowl out of the shower so it didn't, you know, climb the bowl and touch me.
...Yeah, I know. Rather pathetic of me.
Once it was outside the shower, though, I had to ensure it didn't go hide in my towel or something, so I had to flip the bowl upside down and catch the spider under it. This was, thankfully, much easier than the initial catching of the spider.
Later, when Mom went to get it and put it outside, she says she lifted the bowl and then thing all but teleported behind the radiator. It came out later while I was - wait for it - brushing my teeth! What is it with me, tooth-brushing, and spider?!
I also found a jumping spider on my window and a small orb weaver in my window. Mom removed them both.
Then, yesterday in the evening I went out to pick some black raspberries to go with dinner and a big, greenish spider fell into the bowl full of berries. Of course, it couldn't climb out directly, but it kept trying to grab my fingers. I fished it out with a stick then tossed it away from my general vicinity.
...I mean, I'm used to the armies of orb weavers that take over both the barn and the porch every summer (though I do still fear one dropping on me - come on, those things are big), but can't they, you know, not be jumping out at me all the time? >.<;
Though one of the spiders on the porch, in the shed doorframe, was very pretty. I can't remember its name anymore, but it was fairly large, had yellow stripes on its abdomen, and made an odd zigzig through the vertical center of its web. Then it sat in the center of its web. Because, you know, it's invisible there. ... Mom was going to move it to the garden or something where it could actually catch bugs, but the thing transplanted itself overnight. We don't know where to. ...With my streak so far, it's probably in my sock drawer or something.
(Edit:
Did I ever finish this story? The spider reappeared. It moved itself out to the pine trees. Dang! Smart little thing.SCARY!))
Exciting.
...Actually, I've given up on the mail. The dog was probably blown up at customs or something (why would they be mailing a stuffed animal across the border? Obviously because it is a bomb or something. Whatever.), or they got the address wrong, but either way I'm
Possibly the same thing happened to my DVDs. It does not take two weeks for a small package to cross two states. It takes... about two days on average, at least in my experiences mailing things both to and from that same post office.
Yesterday I nearly hit a bear cub while driving. It just dashed out across the road about seven feet in front of the car. Originally I thought it was a Newfoundland or something, as it had long, dark, shaggy fur all over, until I realized it was running completely wrong. Actually, my thought process went something along the lines of, "What the - big do - no, not a - bear - Where is the mother? @_@" followed by my stalling the car. Fortunately, I only stall half the time, and then it's usually on flat land and not hills. Go figure?
...There are spiders. Everywhere. I don't like spiders very much. I don't like them on me. Outside, they don't bother me too much, so long as they aren't in my way or, again, are not on me. I don't like killing things, even spiders, but if one is on me it very often dies because I have smashed it too fast to even really register it.
Normally this isn't much of a problem, but lately?
It started innocently enough. There was a harvestman (daddy longlegs) on the counter in the bathroom. I was merrily brushing my teeth when - surprise! Spider-like creature suddenly pops out from behind the toothbrush cup. "Yeek!" thinks I, and promptly clap a paper cup down over it. Everyone else is asleep, so I apologize to it and tell it I will bring it outside in the morning. ...Of course, in the morning, I cannot enter that bathroom because my brother is showering, so when I finally remember, it is because I am again brushing my teeth to go to bed. ...oops. I peer under the cup and the harvestman waves happy at me from the bottom (or now the top, depending on your point of view) of the paper cup.
First thing the next morning, I grab a slip of paper, slip it under the cup, and carry the thing outside and drop it off the porch. In true manner of all things arachnoid, it vanished the moment I blinked. How do they do that?
Then I went back to the bathroom and, after giving the tub a once-over, turned on the water and prepared to engage in the Ritual Cleansing (re: shower). Glasses off (re: I'm blind now) and into the water!
"Saaave mee!" squeals the pathetic black dot trying to scale the bathtub. Now, this doesn't work even in optimal situations, so obviously it wasn't working with a rush of warm water. So, of course, I crouch down to get a look at what the heck is in the shower with me. Of course, it is a spider.
"Yeek!" I say (again, as it is my default mental noise to make whenever a spider invades my Anti-Spider Radius) and back as far away as possible from the thing. This, obviously, is not very far. I am further impeded by the location of said spider. It's towards the back of the bathtub - far from the drain. I cannot move closer to the drain, because then if the spider gets caught in a mini-river, it will sweep towards me and possibly it will land on my foot somehow, and spider + foot = bad. Mostly I was trying to scale the walls in a manner strikingly similar to the hapless spider.
Fortunately for us both, there is a Cool Whip bowl near the bathtub we fill with water for the cat! I grab the bowl and try to get the spider into it without having the thing touch me. This is not easy. It would climb the wall, fall back into the tub (and miss the cool whip bowl directly beneath it), scurry around and come closer to me (again evading the bowl) and eventually start climbing the wall again. I did catch the thing eventually, but then I had to nearly hurl the bowl out of the shower so it didn't, you know, climb the bowl and touch me.
...Yeah, I know. Rather pathetic of me.
Once it was outside the shower, though, I had to ensure it didn't go hide in my towel or something, so I had to flip the bowl upside down and catch the spider under it. This was, thankfully, much easier than the initial catching of the spider.
Later, when Mom went to get it and put it outside, she says she lifted the bowl and then thing all but teleported behind the radiator. It came out later while I was - wait for it - brushing my teeth! What is it with me, tooth-brushing, and spider?!
I also found a jumping spider on my window and a small orb weaver in my window. Mom removed them both.
Then, yesterday in the evening I went out to pick some black raspberries to go with dinner and a big, greenish spider fell into the bowl full of berries. Of course, it couldn't climb out directly, but it kept trying to grab my fingers. I fished it out with a stick then tossed it away from my general vicinity.
...I mean, I'm used to the armies of orb weavers that take over both the barn and the porch every summer (though I do still fear one dropping on me - come on, those things are big), but can't they, you know, not be jumping out at me all the time? >.<;
Though one of the spiders on the porch, in the shed doorframe, was very pretty. I can't remember its name anymore, but it was fairly large, had yellow stripes on its abdomen, and made an odd zigzig through the vertical center of its web. Then it sat in the center of its web. Because, you know, it's invisible there. ... Mom was going to move it to the garden or something where it could actually catch bugs, but the thing transplanted itself overnight. We don't know where to. ...With my streak so far, it's probably in my sock drawer or something.
(Edit:
Did I ever finish this story? The spider reappeared. It moved itself out to the pine trees. Dang! Smart little thing.
Exciting.