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June 10, 2001
The bugs. They're trying to kill me.
They are! This morning, I noticed a small black spider on the ceiling above my shower. I loathe and despise spiders, especially when they are in the shower with me, but this one was small, so I didn't mind it so much. Plus, it was way up on the ceiling, minding its own business, and not trying to eat my head. It was doing its thing, I was doing mine. We had an agreement, it seemed. Then I noticed that it was a very active spider. It was running all around the edges of the ceiling, over and over. Was it jogging? Lost, maybe? No, it was building a monster web. It was building a web all across my bathroom ceiling. I know what it's onto -- it saw me and my roommate, and figured "Hey! If I catch one of those, I won't have to go hunting for bugs for months! And it started building its web across the ceiling -- by tomorrow, the web will likely be big enough to snare one of us. If you don't hear from me, you'll know the spider ate my brain.
There is also an angry wasp on the loose somewhere in my apartment. I don't know where they come from, but every couple of months we get one random, pissed-off wasp buzzing around the house. I thought one of the screens was open or torn, but I've checked them, and they all seem fine. I'm thinking the wasps are nesting in the eaves, and every now and then one squeezes through the gaps between the top and bottom window panes. I just don't want the cats to get stung -- they try to catch the wasps, which just pisses them off more.
And lastly, a few minutes ago, a large moth divebombed my head. I am a bug magnet.
Perhaps the moth was attracted to my hair -- my bright, shiny, pretty hair:
It's all Kymm's fault. She visited, with her pretty glowing-pink hair, and I got jealous, and had to have pink hair of my own. So today, while hanging around Harvard Square with Columbine and Claire and Byrne, I bought some dye. Judging from the color swatch, I thought it would turn out a sort of wine-red -- it didn't. It is pink. As is the sunburn I got walking around Boston today. Oh my, is it pink. I love it -- my boss might not, so much. But hey, it's temporary, it'll wash out in a couple of weeks. I only meant to do streaks, but it got out of hand, and I ended up dyeing most of my head. Whee!
Byrne and Claire came into town to meet Columbine and I for a 3WA gathering -- we went for dim sum, which I had never had, and then wandered around Chinatown, then went to Harvard Square, where we sat in a nice little pub and had drinks and talked. Columbine knows everything about everything, Claire is way too much fun, and Byrne is just terribly sweet and adorable. I am very tired now, but too wired to go to sleep. Plus, the combined glowing of my hair and my sunburn will likely keep me awake.
Posted by Mary Ellen at June 10, 2001 10:32 PM