The Inmates Run the Asylum

It was a nice day today, so I hung my clothes out on the line. I brought them in tonight and left them in the basket on my bed for over an hour while I made dinner and ate and watched NCIS and worked on novel revisions.

During one of the commercial breaks, I decided my clothes had sat in that basket long enough and I started to put them away. As I'm doing this, I become slightly aware of a buzzing noise. I hung up a couple of shirts and the buzzing got a little louder. I figured there was a bug of some kind in the window next to my bed and didn't think much of it.

Until I picked up my Supergirl shirt and put it on the hanger. It was then that I realized the buzzing was coming from my shirt. So, holding it out at arm's length, I slowly made my way out of the room only to have a huge wasp fly out of my shirt when I got to the living room.

Thankfully, it was pissed, but not immediately bent on revenge so I escaped unharmed. However, Stella doesn't like bugs in her house and zeroed in on it. Dad and I kept telling her to leave it alone and she kept bitching at us because it was in her house and she was going to get it. I don't know how it didn't go after her the way she was nosing around it and bitching.

I don't know what happened after that because I got to watching TV, but I'm guessing it must have flown out of sight because Stella settled down and quit her bitching.

I don't know where the wasp is now. I'm hoping it escaped outside via an upstairs window. Or Stella killed it and ate it.

I don't want to be attacked in my sleep.

ETA: The wasp appeared in my room, either seeking vengeance or escape, I couldn't tell. However, it has once again disappeared and I don't know where it went. Please avenge my death accordingly. Thank you.

My eye was worse this morning, swollen and itcy with a nice dark circle to highlight the two angry red little bites. My face, however, was about the same. Still a little swollen, still tender.

Dad came home to check on me, make sure I wasn't dead. I don't know why. It wasn't supposed to get too hot today, I wouldn't have spoiled that fast.

Anyway, it was determined that since I could still see and hear and only my eye had gotten worse that I'd probably live. He suggested I put a heating pad on my face because it might help with the swelling.

It did help a little bit, but it has been decided that if I'm still alive in the morning and my face is still swollen, I'll have to go to the doctor. Bleh. I haven't been to the doctor since I had my breast reduction and these titties just turned 7 in August. I'm just saying it's been awhile.

However, in other health related news, Dad made me take my blood pressure (we have a blood pressure/pulse rate machine; Dad checks his once a week). My BP is 131/76 and my pulse is 68. Not bad for a former smoker who's probably 100 pounds overweight by the standards, huh?

Of course, that could also be the spider venom slowly spreading through my body and shutting down my organs, but we're going to credit the belly dancing for ego's sake.

Yesterday was a bad day, which I knew it would be from the second I had to dig through the trash to find my contact lens. When I have a bad day, I need to move, get out of the house, and if I've got no place to go and it's a nice day, I go wash my car at the semi-ghetto car wash by the IGA. Being away from the house coupled with the physical activity AND making Miss Kitty look pretty expels some of the bad juju energy.

I did that yesterday. In the course of doing the initial soaping, I discovered that a spider had built a web on the passenger side of the car extending from the mirror to the window. Yeah, I do not leave my house much, huh?

Since I didn't realize it until it was too late, I ended up destroying the web and, I figured, killing the spider. If he had made the entire ride to the car wash to begin with, that is.

So, today (a much better day, btw) I go to mail bills. As I come home from the post office, rocking out to some 70's rock, something catches my eye. Something on the passenger side of my car.

It's a spider web in the same spot as the one I destroyed yesterday.

I guess I didn't kill the spider after all.

And, apparently, he likes having a mobile home.

Rock on.

We've got rubber plants in the backyard, just under the kitchen window. They bloom a pretty purple in the very late summer (like now) and attract butterflies.

This afternoon, I went outside to hang my laundry (the days for that are drawing to a close...soon I'll be hanging it up in the basement) and disturbed about forty butterflies that were feeding on the flowers.

For a good two minutes I was surrounded by a cloud of flittering insects. It was really cool. My first thought was that it was like being in a Disney movie.

My second thought was that nobody suspects butterflies.

In completely unrelated news, I was watching Wipeout tonight and they kept calling one contestant the xtreme kiwi (guy from New Zealand who does extreme sports...makes sense).

I thought to myself, "Wow. That would be a great companion tattoo to luchalibrarian's sabertooth lime."

So, darlin', if you're looking for a new one, there ya go. A kiwi fruit with a purple mohawk. XTREME KIWI!