It’s like I have a locust magnet…

I have written before of my phobia of locusts. They really creep me out enormously.

There is currently one in the computer room with me. I am sitting here with my shoulders hunched up around my ears, trying to make myself as small as possible. Thank goodness I don’t have a webcam because I probably look quite ridiculous.

Thankfully, it is quite a small one. Barely a grasshopper. If it were one of the really large ones, I would sure as anything not be sitting here at all.

I saw it crawling up the wall and contemplated going to fetch a shoe to clobber it to death. But I actually felt sorry for it. It is, after all, a living being, with its own hopes and dreams. So I elected to take the high road and not kill it.

It was not five minutes later, however, when the little @!!#%*  jumped off the wall and onto my shoulder. I nearly freaked out totally, but did it quietly as Michael is asleep in the next room and has to get up early tomorrow morning to the tune of 4:30. That’s a.m. people. Does such a time even exist?

Once again, if it had been one of the big ones I would not have handled it as well.

Ugh. I flicked it off (took three attempts) and my skin is crawling so badly I feel like going to take a shower.

I have no idea why I hate these things so.

I am not enjoying sitting here typing because I don’t know where it is. It could pounce on me again at any moment. Euww!

Thank you so much for the comments re: my rose photo’s. That made my day

Will write again soon when there isn’t a Sword of Damocles hanging over my head, a.k.a. a wily green locust circling the room and trying to land on me.