Camelzilla vs. Mothra
I cannot begin to describe how exhausted I am right now. Why...you ask. Well, let me tell you.
So after my 9 hour Whorehouse rehearsal last night I was understandably tired. I came home, washed up, checked e-mail, and fell asleep watching TV. As it typical, I wake up several times in the night, and around 4 a.m. I woke up and reazlied the dvd player and vcr were still on, so roll over, get the remotes and turn it off. And I hear some strange noise and realize it is the sound of a flying insect hitting my window pane. And it just keeps hitting it. Then I realize the sound is too clear to be coming from the outside and as I look up to my window I hear a smack and out crawls something from the gap between the windows and the blinds.
Keep in mind....I am blind without my glasses and my history with flying insects (think Tucker and I as roommates trying to do laundry and fending off wasps...tres hilarious). So I LEAP, and I am not kidding, out of bed, grab my glasses and crouch run out of my room, slamming into my door. I flip the light on, still groggy mind you, and see the thing flying around. I thought it was a mud dauber or spider wasp. I shut my door and go into the kitchen and get a flip flop and a can of Lysol (I forgot about my can of Raid hidden away).
I go back to my room and can't find or hear the thing. I step in a little and hear the noise from behind me and run back out. Enough is enough...
I go back in and can't find it. I look around and realize the bugger has landed on a painting and is trying to blend in. And then I see what it is...
A moth...a big one....suddenly I am transported into a Japanese monster movie.
I spray it with the Lysol and it drops. Thank god...
I return the can and the flip-flop, get a drink of water and try to go back to sleep. It is now about 4:15.
I toss and turn and around 4:37 I hear the infamous flapping of wings again. The damned thing had lived. Repeat and rinse as above. But in this round, armed with a flip flop again, I got my can of Raid. Once again it had blended in...this time into my curtain. I spray it. It took a while to die. I am telling you, this was some sort of Satanic moth that only Mary Shelley could have imagined. I deposit it into the trash and head back to bed.
But now... I CAN'T SLEEP. So I try to watch some TV. A lot of paid programming, but I come across Jeepers Creepers 2 and proceed to watch that (probably not the best choice of movies, but ironic nevertheless) until 6 a.m. at which point I try to go to sleep again, only to be woken up around 6:20 by the sound of thumping AND fluttering of wings. I assume someone has broken in and the moth has come back to life and I don't care. I lie there preferring death and insect invasion to losing another minute of sleep.
The thumping turns out to be my cats going at it in a violent way. Hissing and growling. Trust me, cats growl. Ask Sara about Bast, the Evil Kitty. I tried to ignore it, but I open the door, yell something, and let one of my cats in to seek refuge. She crawls under the covers and we both try to sleep...
Notice....I said try....any idea as to the ruckus birds make at 6 in the morning? I do. WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY CHIRPING ABOUT THAT EARLY???? Are they gossiping about the recent avian move-ins down the street on the oak tree? Are they comparing worm recipes? Are they trying to tell each other off? Making fun of the damned pigeons/doves who refuse to get off the road when you are driving? (I am sure Tucker and Amanda know what I mean).
Exhaustion managed to take over at some point and I was out until my alarm rang at 9. I had to go teach and I was NOT coherent at all. My students must have thought I was drunk. I am home now. I refuse to try and sleep before my next class for fear of what many happen next. I swear...I am living in the Old Northeast Amityville house.
I cannot begin to describe how exhausted I am right now. Why...you ask. Well, let me tell you.
So after my 9 hour Whorehouse rehearsal last night I was understandably tired. I came home, washed up, checked e-mail, and fell asleep watching TV. As it typical, I wake up several times in the night, and around 4 a.m. I woke up and reazlied the dvd player and vcr were still on, so roll over, get the remotes and turn it off. And I hear some strange noise and realize it is the sound of a flying insect hitting my window pane. And it just keeps hitting it. Then I realize the sound is too clear to be coming from the outside and as I look up to my window I hear a smack and out crawls something from the gap between the windows and the blinds.
Keep in mind....I am blind without my glasses and my history with flying insects (think Tucker and I as roommates trying to do laundry and fending off wasps...tres hilarious). So I LEAP, and I am not kidding, out of bed, grab my glasses and crouch run out of my room, slamming into my door. I flip the light on, still groggy mind you, and see the thing flying around. I thought it was a mud dauber or spider wasp. I shut my door and go into the kitchen and get a flip flop and a can of Lysol (I forgot about my can of Raid hidden away).
I go back to my room and can't find or hear the thing. I step in a little and hear the noise from behind me and run back out. Enough is enough...
I go back in and can't find it. I look around and realize the bugger has landed on a painting and is trying to blend in. And then I see what it is...
A moth...a big one....suddenly I am transported into a Japanese monster movie.
I spray it with the Lysol and it drops. Thank god...
I return the can and the flip-flop, get a drink of water and try to go back to sleep. It is now about 4:15.
I toss and turn and around 4:37 I hear the infamous flapping of wings again. The damned thing had lived. Repeat and rinse as above. But in this round, armed with a flip flop again, I got my can of Raid. Once again it had blended in...this time into my curtain. I spray it. It took a while to die. I am telling you, this was some sort of Satanic moth that only Mary Shelley could have imagined. I deposit it into the trash and head back to bed.
But now... I CAN'T SLEEP. So I try to watch some TV. A lot of paid programming, but I come across Jeepers Creepers 2 and proceed to watch that (probably not the best choice of movies, but ironic nevertheless) until 6 a.m. at which point I try to go to sleep again, only to be woken up around 6:20 by the sound of thumping AND fluttering of wings. I assume someone has broken in and the moth has come back to life and I don't care. I lie there preferring death and insect invasion to losing another minute of sleep.
The thumping turns out to be my cats going at it in a violent way. Hissing and growling. Trust me, cats growl. Ask Sara about Bast, the Evil Kitty. I tried to ignore it, but I open the door, yell something, and let one of my cats in to seek refuge. She crawls under the covers and we both try to sleep...
Notice....I said try....any idea as to the ruckus birds make at 6 in the morning? I do. WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY CHIRPING ABOUT THAT EARLY???? Are they gossiping about the recent avian move-ins down the street on the oak tree? Are they comparing worm recipes? Are they trying to tell each other off? Making fun of the damned pigeons/doves who refuse to get off the road when you are driving? (I am sure Tucker and Amanda know what I mean).
Exhaustion managed to take over at some point and I was out until my alarm rang at 9. I had to go teach and I was NOT coherent at all. My students must have thought I was drunk. I am home now. I refuse to try and sleep before my next class for fear of what many happen next. I swear...I am living in the Old Northeast Amityville house.
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