Today's Writer's Block
Jun. 3rd, 2008 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorchawenchRecount a remarkable incident involving insects.
When we first moved to Texas, we lived in a little efficiency apartment close to the Air Force Base. I remember one night, Mom, my brother, and I were watching TV.
The apartment was little. I mean, little. I was stretched out on the floor watching TV, because there wasn't enough room for a couch in the room.
I remember what we were watching Walker, Texas Ranger, and I distinctly recall every movement and noise made after I found the bug.
It started with a tickle. On my leg. I scratched lightly, distracted by the show.
Chuck Norris was racing around Dallas in his big black truck, chasing bad guys.
Then I felt another tickle.
Chuck was redecorating a bar using bad guys as demolition equipment.
The tickle was getting annoying. So I looked down at my leg. Imagine my surprise when I came face to face with this....
Yesterday I posted about my fairly nodding relationship with bugs. As long as they aren't crawling on me, without permission. And I should have added, as long as they don't look like something poisonous.
My memory tells me this bug was a good 8 inches long, hairy, and dripping venom on me. The reality was a little less impressive.
But I admit it. I screamed. I slapped it off me, sure that it was a scorpion and that I was going to die, and then I flipped right the fuck out.
Now, imagine my poor Mother and brother. There we are, all settled in, dinner done, watching Chuck Norris kick bad guy butt before bedtime. And suddenly the daughter starts screaming like a cheerleader in a slasher flick. She jumps up, still screaming like she's being murdered, runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, still screaming at the top of her lungs.
Does it say anything about the complex we were living in that NO ONE called the Police for the all screaming?
Mom found me in the tub, stripping naked, looking for the deadly bug, completely hysterical and incoherent. My brother found the bug in the living room, on the carpet. The bug, was 2-3 inches long, and quite dead at that point.
Years later, I still get comments from my bother about the deadly bug, my brave reaction to it, and my bug-fu style of fighting, which while deadly.....was anything but silent.
National Geographic article on the Wind Scorpion
When we first moved to Texas, we lived in a little efficiency apartment close to the Air Force Base. I remember one night, Mom, my brother, and I were watching TV.
The apartment was little. I mean, little. I was stretched out on the floor watching TV, because there wasn't enough room for a couch in the room.
I remember what we were watching Walker, Texas Ranger, and I distinctly recall every movement and noise made after I found the bug.
It started with a tickle. On my leg. I scratched lightly, distracted by the show.
Chuck Norris was racing around Dallas in his big black truck, chasing bad guys.
Then I felt another tickle.
Chuck was redecorating a bar using bad guys as demolition equipment.
The tickle was getting annoying. So I looked down at my leg. Imagine my surprise when I came face to face with this....
Yesterday I posted about my fairly nodding relationship with bugs. As long as they aren't crawling on me, without permission. And I should have added, as long as they don't look like something poisonous.
My memory tells me this bug was a good 8 inches long, hairy, and dripping venom on me. The reality was a little less impressive.
But I admit it. I screamed. I slapped it off me, sure that it was a scorpion and that I was going to die, and then I flipped right the fuck out.
Now, imagine my poor Mother and brother. There we are, all settled in, dinner done, watching Chuck Norris kick bad guy butt before bedtime. And suddenly the daughter starts screaming like a cheerleader in a slasher flick. She jumps up, still screaming like she's being murdered, runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, still screaming at the top of her lungs.
Does it say anything about the complex we were living in that NO ONE called the Police for the all screaming?
Mom found me in the tub, stripping naked, looking for the deadly bug, completely hysterical and incoherent. My brother found the bug in the living room, on the carpet. The bug, was 2-3 inches long, and quite dead at that point.
Years later, I still get comments from my bother about the deadly bug, my brave reaction to it, and my bug-fu style of fighting, which while deadly.....was anything but silent.
National Geographic article on the Wind Scorpion
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on 2008-06-04 02:16 pm (UTC)OMG! EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Thanks for the up close picture. As if the other, not so close picture isn't scary enough. Clicking on the link and then BAM....in your face scary ass bug.
I'm going to thank you in advance for the nightmares tonight.
BTW, you're style of Bug-fu sounds awfully familiar to mine.
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on 2008-06-04 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-06-04 11:17 pm (UTC)It IS truly disgusting though!!! :-S