They’re back
After a brief hiatus, the bugs are back. Today I was attacked by a multitude of mosquitos, just as thrilled as we were that it got down a little below 100 degrees by about 2100 so they could come out and feast on the blood of those studying for promotion boards. We won’t get into why I absolutely NEED TO KNOW the five F’s of field sanitation (food, flies, fingers, fluids, and feces, for those who were curious), at least right now… I digress.
So running for safety, I sit down in the computer area to type some e-mails and watch my international stocks dwindle. A few minutes later, there is a tickle upon my neck. I brush at it and there is the strangest looking spider I have ever seen staring at me from where it landed on my shirt. Very long legs, rather small, and quite quick, though not quicker than my raging hands of death, which I used to squish it against my sleeve because it was moving too quick while it was alive. However, I’m hoping that it laid baby spiders in my neck like in that urban legend that went around the internet a few years ago… that would be a fun party trick.
In other news, I’m not sure the guys that run the alert system here talk to each other. In the span of five minutes today, the red alert went off three times. So it’s either no one called each other to say “Okay, it sounded, let’s go fight the bad guys now that all the support weenies are in their bunkers!” or someone just leaned on the button or switch or whatever it is or tripped in whatever little room it is that controls those alarms.
Now, here’s a question: if you are already in a bunker or hardened building after the first alarm goes off, exactly what do you do when the second and third sound? Run for another? Hunker down a little more?
Me, I usually just turn the page of the paper and try to figure out what 11 down is in the crossword (after coddling the little baby spiders coming out of my neck), but that’s just me…