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Monday, June 23, 2003
Bugs Well, just one bug. (Technically a beetle.) So J. and I are sitting on the futon last night drinking red wine, trying to relax and enjoy the few remaining hours of the weekend, when I feel something tickling my collarbone. I think it might be a strand of hair, glance down, and see a bug. On me. So, true to form, I scream, jump, and spill wine all over myself and the futon, and get some on the carpet for good measure. J. also jumps, since I sound like I've just been bitten by a snapping turtle, and says "What?" I yell "Bug bug bug!" He advances the opinion that I didn't need to freak out that much. I say, "But it was on me." He heads upstairs for the hydrogen peroxide, I head to the kitchen for the paper towels, and we do our best to get everything cleaned up. During the cleaning process, I find the bug, and show it to him. He is unimpressed by its size and ferocity. (Apparently it's a dermestid, a carpet beetle, and entirely innocuous as long as you're not made of wool.) So, okay, yeah, I wasted a glass of wine and stained the futon and significantly elevated my heart rate and generally ruined our peaceful evening because of a small harmless bug. But did I mention that it was on me? I don't know when my insect phobia got to its present level; I certainly have extreme reactions to them, and could conceivably do myself harm while panicking over them. (If, for example, the wine glass had broken and I'd cut myself on it.) But it's not like I'm living in the tropics, or even Florida, and I'm not going to go on Fear Factor any time soon. So I guess I'll just live with it. (Incidentally, the hydrogen peroxide did get almost the entire wine stain off of the futon. But it also left an off-white mark of its own, so now, instead of looking like we spilled wine on the futon, it looks like we copiously sweated on it. I think it's time to reverse the mattress.) [ at 9:11 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] |
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