I feel bad.

I had... dreadfully neglected this old blog of mine. Sometimes I open up the screen, stare at the keyboard for 15 minutes and then close it and walk away. I always feel worse after that.

I struggle with what to write. I feel stifled, creatively. And in general. Things have been so strange and unlike me lately that perhaps that's the reason I've been absent.

Or I'm lazy. Which is more likely.

Either way, I'm here now. Writing, or trying to. I attribute this post to Nat. 100%.
If I hadn't felt so terribly useless when she asked for the links to my blog, I would probably still be the absentee mother of this little wordy child.

I want to tell you about my trip to courtenay.

Cody and I went up island to visit the ol' family last week. It was an absolute blast. And I'd love to tell you all about it all but there's something specific on my mind that I cant shake and its developing into such a full blown phobia that maybe if I write about it, I can expel it from my person.


Its bugs.


Big, gross, body munching, savvy stalking bugs. They wont leave me alone. The entire trip they attacked me and attacked me and attacked me.

Let me paint you a picture.

Its Wednesday night, muggy and tepid. The air isn't moving and neither are we. Rudi and I are in the backseat of Ashley's car headed to see the late show at the theater in Campbell River. By this point I've been under attack all day and I'm feeling a little antsy, no pun intended. Ashley is telling us about her garden, Sean is listening quietly. There's a lull and everyone relaxes, enjoying the heat and the shared moment of happiness.

THEN

A GIGANTIC CARPENTER ANT STARTS CRAWLING ALL OVER ME!!!


So I smash it. With a full, boiling hot bottle of peroxide that's rolling around under the seat. It feels good to take my anger out on that silly little bug. Should've known better then to try and mess me with. The entire car finds this whole situation very funny. We all howl with laughter and carry on with our evening.

I should've known he would bring friends, should he perish in battle...

We were pulling into the theater parking lot. I'm starting to take my seat belt off, as the car slows down. I look down and PANIC. There is a huge ant, we're talking twoonie sized, crawling up my arm.

I wasn't thinking by this point. I drew my arm back at the speed of light, only resulting in smashing Rudi's face into the window like some misguided action movie. I'm halfway out the moving car before poor Roo can even figure out what happened. Ashley's peed her pants by this point. I cant breathe, i cant think, all i want to do is get away from the car and the bugs and the panic.

The absolute panic.

Bugs!

I swear I'm not that person, who panics at the littlest insect. Its not me. I'm usually really good with them. But for some reason, I couldn't escape them this past week and they won. They won the battle. They sent in a wasp on thursday and he turned my fingers into sausages. At least he died in the process.

I cant believe I'm referring to them as a "They". But after the encounters I had, I'm absolutely positive that they have some sort of underground organization and they pick someone to pick on.

It was just me last week.



I feel better. Maybe now I wont flinch when things brush against me.

Hopefully.


Oh dear...

I feel bad.

I had... dreadfully neglected this old blog of mine. Sometimes I open up the screen, stare at the keyboard for 15 minutes and then close it and walk away. I always feel worse after that.

I struggle with what to write. I feel stifled, creatively. And in general. Things have been so strange and unlike me lately that perhaps that's the reason I've been absent.

Or I'm lazy. Which is more likely.

Either way, I'm here now. Writing, or trying to. I attribute this post to Nat. 100%.
If I hadn't felt so terribly useless when she asked for the links to my blog, I would probably still be the absentee mother of this little wordy child.

I want to tell you about my trip to courtenay.

Cody and I went up island to visit the ol' family last week. It was an absolute blast. And I'd love to tell you all about it all but there's something specific on my mind that I cant shake and its developing into such a full blown phobia that maybe if I write about it, I can expel it from my person.


Its bugs.


Big, gross, body munching, savvy stalking bugs. They wont leave me alone. The entire trip they attacked me and attacked me and attacked me.

Let me paint you a picture.

Its Wednesday night, muggy and tepid. The air isn't moving and neither are we. Rudi and I are in the backseat of Ashley's car headed to see the late show at the theater in Campbell River. By this point I've been under attack all day and I'm feeling a little antsy, no pun intended. Ashley is telling us about her garden, Sean is listening quietly. There's a lull and everyone relaxes, enjoying the heat and the shared moment of happiness.

THEN

A GIGANTIC CARPENTER ANT STARTS CRAWLING ALL OVER ME!!!


So I smash it. With a full, boiling hot bottle of peroxide that's rolling around under the seat. It feels good to take my anger out on that silly little bug. Should've known better then to try and mess me with. The entire car finds this whole situation very funny. We all howl with laughter and carry on with our evening.

I should've known he would bring friends, should he perish in battle...

We were pulling into the theater parking lot. I'm starting to take my seat belt off, as the car slows down. I look down and PANIC. There is a huge ant, we're talking twoonie sized, crawling up my arm.

I wasn't thinking by this point. I drew my arm back at the speed of light, only resulting in smashing Rudi's face into the window like some misguided action movie. I'm halfway out the moving car before poor Roo can even figure out what happened. Ashley's peed her pants by this point. I cant breathe, i cant think, all i want to do is get away from the car and the bugs and the panic.

The absolute panic.

Bugs!

I swear I'm not that person, who panics at the littlest insect. Its not me. I'm usually really good with them. But for some reason, I couldn't escape them this past week and they won. They won the battle. They sent in a wasp on thursday and he turned my fingers into sausages. At least he died in the process.

I cant believe I'm referring to them as a "They". But after the encounters I had, I'm absolutely positive that they have some sort of underground organization and they pick someone to pick on.

It was just me last week.



I feel better. Maybe now I wont flinch when things brush against me.

Hopefully.


Oh dear...