Sunday, September 11, 2016
I woke last night to a "thump" on the bedroom door. I stayed awake for a minute listening to see what was next but began to drift off to sleep again when it sounded as if something had fallen off the bedside table. I had visions of spooks but looking around the room and seeing nothing, I dismissed the noise and began to drift off once again. Then there was a "thump" on the bed. Too weird. I could see that there was no one in the room, but I rolled over and turned on the light. I looked around and saw that nothing had fallen from the nightstand and nothing was laying in the bed with me. WTF? Then I saw something on the floor. What was it? A mouse? That would be bad. I got up slowly and the thing leaped like a kangaroo. A frog of considerable size. Not a toad. A big legged frog. Harmless, I thought, and turned off the light and went back to sleep.
When I got up in the morning and went to the bathroom, he followed me, I guess. There he was peaking around the corner of the cabinets. I finished my business and got a towel to throw over him. He was a wily one, but after a few minutes, I got him wrapped up and freed him to the wild world of nature. He just sat there looking stunned. I hoped he was o.k.
It might have been a she. I have no idea.
Yesterday on a walk, I saw a big, orange moth as ugly as anything you have ever seen either being stung to death by a wasp or was giving live birth. Moths don't give live birth, though, so I moved closer to the monster to better see. It seemed the species of which I had been ignorant my entire life had radically different male and female forms. The big, ugly orange thing was pulling a much, much smaller black thing with wings that was way up its butt. Mating, I presumed. It was jarring.
I am jittery this morning and tired. I will go back to bed eventually. Things are weird every way I turn.
Posted by cafe selavy at 9:08 AM
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