Bugs @ MindSay

Two days ago I was working on cleaning my room when I went to look out the window. I notices some black dots on it so I went closer. Upon reaching the window I discovered that there were tons of ladybugs just hanging out on the screen. I have a few pictures that aren't great but you get the idea. I counted and figured that there was about 18 ladybugs just chilling out on my window. Given there were probably others that I couldn't see around the frame. But it was wild. I heard that they were good luck. The lady bugs have come for me.

You annoy me, mother.  Or: why call my name if you aren't going to feed me?



I have successfully rescued you from the killer straw.  Feed me.

Fine, if you won't feed me.  I'll get my protein the old-fashioned way: by eating bugs.

The hunter, contented after a long day of mewing.

I generally don't have a problem with bugs. Just ask lldangerous, or Anne, or Alli. I was the resident bug exterminator while we lived together senior year in college. Many times I'd come home from work to find an upturned cup in the middle of the hallway, only to be told that there was a "MONSTER" spider underneath. More often than not, I'd lift the cup, squash the spider with my shoe, and then dispose of the carcass down the toilet.

 

Even the creepy-looking house centipedes that co-habitated with Alli and I two years ago never survived long once I found them. Of course their demise occurred with a shoe (or other heavy object) thrown at the wall from a distance of at least four feet.

 

HOWEVER, the line has to be drawn somewhere.

 

Case in point this morning when I found this fucker hanging out on the floor between my dresser and the doorway to the living room:

 

 

I don't know how he got in, or where he came from, but that thing was not spending one more nanosecond in my place. Chloe and Oliver didn't even want to tango with it. Hell, I couldn't blame them... thing looked like it crawled straight from the depths of Hell and into my bedroom.

 

Thoroughly creeped out, I ran (wasn't taking chances of that thing chasing after me) out of the room and into the kitchen to grab two paper cups. I didn't want to squish it 'cause big bugs make big messes when squished and I didn't want to deal with cleaning up bug juice at 7:30 a.m. So I scooped up Devil Bug into one of the paper cups, covered him with the second cup, and ran, again, out of the room to the balcony door with the thing scooting all around inside the bottom cup (ew ew ew I could feel it ew ew). I set both cups down on the dining table, flung open the balcony door, grabbed the cups, and flung the bastard (and the bottom cup he was in) over the balcony and onto the blacktop below. I even heard the little smack when he hit. BLECH.

 

And, of course, all during the "scoop-and-throw" plan I was tripping over both Chloe and Oliver who were excited because Mommy opened the balcony door, which usually means they get to go outside and chew on the plants and chase flies. And I'm sure I looked very dignified this morning to passersby, what with my pajamas, hair resembling a bird's nest, tripping over cats, clutching two bright orange paper cups and throwing one off of the balcony and onto the parking lot.

 

UGH. What a morning.

The first three pictures are of the Forrest Mushrooms my mom bought for us (I paid her back:P).  They are smaller then the other type of shrooms we normally eat from the wild and aren't as buttery tasting but still GOOOOOOOOD! 

 

The first picture is of them soaking all day in salt water.  Salt water kills all the lil bugs and such off of them.  The second picture is of them nice and cleaned off (part of them anyway) and ready to be dipped in batter!

The third picture is of them deep fried and yummy tasting.

 

I used crackers for this go around of breading.  The kids perfer that over flour.  But I perfer the flour breading mixed with a lil corn meal myself!:D

 

The next round of pictures if of the tree that came down in that big thunder storm that rolled through our area of NE in the middle of May.  We had no clue that it came down!  And our bedroom window is on that side of the house! The top window showing is Colt's window.  Our window on that side of the house isn't showing.  Colt didn't even hear the tree coming down.  And it had to hit hard!  Randy had to hook the big truck up with his chains to pull out some of the bigger branches from my yard, they were embedded into the ground! The lil dog kept waking us up that night and we kept getting after the poor thing for barking!  She was just trying to warn us the tree was falling was all!