rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Missed Opportunity

Drat! I forgot to celebrate Bastille Day again this year. I was going to go break some aristocrats out of a cushy Federal white collar prison. Well, next year, then. Martha Stewart and Ken Lay should both be locked up by then, and maybe Dick Cheney, too, if Kenny Boy breaks down and spills all the beans. None of them would be as much fun to bust out as was the Marquis de Sade, of course, but I think Martha at least has the potential to be another de Sade.

Meanwhile, in the real world, (the one in which I don't contemplate liberating white collar criminals from incarceration) there has been an explosion in the local insect population. I am constantly being buzzed by mosquitoes, gnats regularly land on my monitor, making me think that something is wrong with my eyes, and I can't open the front door without having a wasp try to come in. I also saw a crane fly stuck to a window (on the outside) last night. It would have made a great picture, if I had a camera with the right lens. The bug just sat here for about an hour, as though posing. Well, crane flies are skinny enough to be supermodels.

The yard of the vacant house next door is now brown, the weedy plants of spring now being utterly desiccated. It's pretty to look at, but unfortunately it is a fire hazard, and an attractive nuisance to my cat. Every time she comes in, I have to comb nettles and burrs from her fur. She hates to have them combed out, and I have the scratches to prove it, but I don't want her chewing them out, since that leads to hairballs that get vomited onto the carpet, and if they aren't removed at all, the cat's fur becomes matted around them. I hope the caretakers of the place get around to cleaning it up soon.

The day was very hot, but the evening is now a restful shade of lavender filled with fluttering moths. I'm going out to watch it turn dark.

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