You know, the Biblical kind?
Was minding my own bee’s wax, surfin’ the Internet at my dining table, when suddenly there was the sound of falling rain.
“O, Ya! Umuulan!” I told my Yaya who was chillin’ in my apartment. But I looked up at my dining room light, and it wasn’t rain … It was A MILLION insects flying and slapping themselves on to the lampshade!
/Freaking out ensues.
We had to get a few basins and dishes half-filled with water and lay them on the floor.
“Turn off the lights! Light candles!”
I shooed them flying bugs to the garage with the giant envelope that held my fugly college graduation picture.
/Slap, slap. Fan, fan the bugs past the screen door to the garage!
Set a candle and a dish of water here in the garage (where I am currently typing) and plonked another candle in the middle of a basin of water by the front door.
Schadenfreude: the sound of insects toasting; their wings hissing as they hit the flame, then an imaginary thud to the floor or splash into my little water trap.
Please don’t report me to PETA or anything or get all Gandhi on me. I really freaked out (without screaming) as the bugs flung themselves at me as I led them out with a candle. I felt a little like the Candyman! Swearz.
I am calming down now, sitting in my garage on my rattan love seat, typing. I look like a lady who didn’t pay her electric bill! :O
Tags: Freaky
