the_other_sandy: Yomiko Readman hugging a book (Agt. Paper Chibi)
I've been living in a sitcom since yesterday. Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I kept seeing something moving out of the corner of my eye, but I could never catch what it was. I was thinking 'please don't be a spider please don't be a spider' when I finally saw what it was--a very speedy house centipede. I haven't seen one in awhile, so I was semi-glad to see this one (they eat spiders). I just hadn't wanted it to see it inches from my face on the bathroom counter while I was trying to pee. Then I got up and flushed, and the centipede panicked and ran off the end of the counter. I don't mean it ran to the end of the countertop and then down the sides of the cabinet; I mean it did a full-on Wile E. Coyote run off the end of the counter, hovered in the air for a split second waving its many, many legs, then plummeted to the floor. I can't believe these things are predators. I can only assume whatever they catch is even dumber than they are.

Then this morning there was something else on the bathroom floor (I swear I'm never peeing again). It was about the size of a grain of rice and practically liquid in its flexibility. Watching it try to navigate the plateaus of tile and valleys of grout was not unlike watching a puppy navigate stairs for the first time. And each time it achieved a new plateau of tile, it would run around in circles like 'OMG this one is surrounded by grout too?!' My bathroom is currently like Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom, only ridiculous.

Ugh

Jul. 10th, 2015 10:29 pm
the_other_sandy: Kaleidoscope (Kaleidoscope)
A perfectly good evening of planned cross stitching was just derailed when a spider landed on the couch and decided to watch Killjoys with me. I was forced to be elsewhere. So, so elsewhere. And it's fairly even odds whether the amount of Raid I just used will kill me or the spider first.
the_other_sandy: Yomiko Readman hugging a book (Agt. Paper Chibi)
I like the idea of bagless vacuums for how they don't have bags to fill up landfills with, but on the other hand I miss the old days where I could vacuum up a big ugly bug and have it disappear into a bag, never to be seen again.

*Sigh*

Dec. 19th, 2009 02:58 pm
the_other_sandy: Chicago skyline (Chicago)
I have family coming over in 2 hours for an early Christmas celebration and for the first time in the 12 years I've lived here, my living room is being invaded by little brown ants. Ah, the festive smell of pine-scented Raid at holiday time.
the_other_sandy: Yomiko Readman hugging a book (Tetsu O_o)
One of my house centipedes is making its monthly patrol of my bedroom this week. I've been reading up on these things a bit, and they apparently eat insects and spiders. That would make them predators, yes? Now, maybe I've been watching too much National Geographic or Animal Planet, but I tend to think of predators as sleek and graceful. My house centipedes lurch drunkenly about on my walls, and I've now seen two of them trip and fall off my ceiling. They're like little arthropod alcoholics or The Arthropod Stooges or something. Maybe I should try having them watch National Geographic or Animal Planet. They clearly need the pointers.
the_other_sandy: Yomiko Readman hugging a book (Chibi Sam Yuck)
Anybody who knows me knows just how very much I hate bugs. For the last year or so, I've had three house centipedes patrolling my apartment. I think they're hideous, but they eat spiders, so I put up with the house centipedes because I hate spiders more. About once a month, I find a house centipede on my bedroom ceiling and feel compelled to sleep on the couch. I feel really stupid, but I have this fear that one of them will trip over one of its entirely too many legs and land on my face at 3:00 a.m. It turns out that my paranoia was not misplaced.

Yesterday, I was in the bathroom doing what one commonly does in the bathroom, when a house centipede I didn't even know was there fell off the ceiling right in front of my face and landed between my feet, where it proceeded to run around in many directions at a high rate of speed in its panic. I let out a shriek that I'm surprised didn't have the neighbors calling the police. Brave soul that I am, I spent the rest of the day terrified to go to the bathroom for fear that it would start raining house centipedes again. ::blushes::

I will never second guess myself about spending the night on the couch again.
the_other_sandy: Yomiko Readman hugging a book (Weather)
Not kidding about the wild things. This was on the wall right next to the employee entrance at work this morning:

Picture )

The excitement and adventure didn't start until mid-afternoon. A major thunderstorm rolled in just as I was leaving for the day. It was really dark and raining buckets horizontally. Then we heard a tornado siren go off (not our town though, probably the next town over), so instead of heading for my appointment with the chiropractor, I got to head to the storeroom on the ground floor. The boss kept us there for about 20 minutes. At one point, I heard a really loud crack that I thought was thunder but later turned out to be a branch snapping off a tree right outside. It blocked most of the driveway to the employee lot, but I was still able to get out. I figured I'd be maybe half an hour late, but the chiropractor wasn't busy this afternoon, so my appointment might still be doable. Ha.

There were branches down (ranging in size from twigs to trees) and streetlights out everywhere. Traffic was pretty much at a standstill. Nobody at the major intersections wanted to wait their turn to go through the dead lights, so cars were pretty much shooting through the intersections at random, sometimes from all 4 directions at once. You were really taking your life in your hands to try to get through.

I was in the car for so long that the second wave of the storm had time to catch up to me. I was also in the car for so long that I really had to go to the bathroom, but the only buildings along that stretch of road are keycard entry business complexes, private homes, and the forest preserve. I had to stop at the forest preserve. The main restrooms were out of service, but there was a port-a-john sitting in a large puddle by the parking lot. Guess where I was when the second wave of the storm hit? Yeah. I'm not generally afraid of bad weather (in fact, I quite enjoy it), but I can't tell you how much I don't want to die in a chemical toilet in the forest preserve. The winds were pretty strong and it was pouring again, so I got drenched on the way back to the car.

By the time I hit the far end of Elk Grove Village, it was flash flooding. The water was still drivable, but I was sending up plumes of water like the bottom of the log flume at Six Flags. There was one puddle that was only passable if you pulled up and drove on the center divider. I finally made it to the chiropractor (the 25 minute drive took me 2 1/2 hours), only to find out his office was closed because the power was out.

When I finally got home, it was to a flooded street. I mean really flooded. SUVs had stalled out trying to cross it and were having to be pushed out. Fortunately, the entrance to my parking lot was at the very edge of the high water, so I was able to pull in and park, but I got wet again heading into my building.

I am so ready for a nap. It's been quite the day.
the_other_sandy: Yomiko Readman hugging a book (Housekeeping)
I started going through piles of paper again. This time, I kept turning up comic books in the darnedest places: in piles of paper on the kitchen counter, in a bin under my desk, and under a pile of paper on my desk. I don't remember putting them there. I also weeded some computer books for software I no longer have. Although it goes against my nature as a librarian to throw books away (I usually take them to a used book store), I just don't think there's a huge market for Netscape 4 manuals.

I was also going to Swiffer the kitchen floor, but then I saw this scuttle under my kitchen cabinets, and I was afraid to prod it back out again. Apparently, the hardy little buggers survived the last visit from the exterminator. I'm trying to look on the bright side in that house centipedes eat spiders, and I really hate spiders. I haven't seen a spider in my apartment in almost a year. On the other hand, house centipedes are butt ugly, so I'm fairly conflicted about how hard I want to try to get rid of these things.

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