So I am not particularly afraid of bugs in real life. The only ones I’m not a fan of are what’s called house centipedes, or what we called Coda Bugs, because they were abundant and we figured they ate glue chips. Well, the knowledge that these guys are helpful predators doesn’t exactly make me feel better; they still creep the jeebers out of me. However, my point is, I am not particularly scared of the creepy crawlies. Spiders, centipedes, Republicans (ZING!)…
Yet I continue to dream about them. I had a dream last night that we were going through Ash’s attic and there were two distinctly different nasty bugs up there. One was sorta cricket like and, other than being fast, not too bothersome. The other were these huge black bugs that looked sorta like earwigs, only thicker and without the pincers. That would seem to make them less imposing, right? I don’t know, they sorta scared the crap out of everyone in the dream.
Ya know, I’m not afraid of naked ladies. Why don’t I dream about them like everyone else?
Going to Tahoe this weekend to
snowboard watch other people snowboard get drunk in the warm cabin and play Simon. Woo! Probably will miss blogging to do this. Oh well. I’ll get my camera back and will inundate you with pics when I’m back, I’m sure.