... now, so happy - and she'd even worked out a way to do it without hurting Pochi. She opened the hatch. "How're you doing, Mr. Knight?" The Black Knight squirmed under the layer of arthropods as they continued their neverending exsanguination, but he knew what was expected of him. "'Tis... but... a... flesh... wound..." "That's right!" said Fuura. "Stiff upper lip!" Surely in his next life, she ...
So, Boxing Day. Some things are actually open. Not many, because it's still a public holiday, but it's more regular public holiday than the zombie apocalypse that is Christmas Day . I wound up sleeping most of the day, because I haven't slept all that well in the last few days and Christmas is always this huge event of stress and dread for me (tension headaches = joy!), and missed most of the ...
...brain until the confusion turned to utter outrage. "That's all Muggle nonsense," she yelled. "What would a proper wizard care for a butterfly?" "Liven Horngsville did a complete study of arthropods which included a chapter on Lepidoptera and he focused specifically in butterflies of the Papilionoidea family and their uses in potions," Terry informed him in a bored tone that revealed none of the ...
Monthly flowetry: No good comes of pain; Contorting in my bed linen: My back bends that way?! Just to add a touch of humour to the last line. Dear macro-arthropods: I currently detest you. Nay, detest those who studied your responses to cultivation, ploughing and frost. Frost you, mates! FROST YOU. I hope you get eaten by the birds in the census I wrote a report on this month. (That's real ...
... Kiwi was a fascinating place. I joined a winter fest. Someone really should just shoot me in the foot. That would probably be just as wise. :P Today I am not good friends with soil and soil macro-arthropods. Just so you know. Or cultivation or ploughing. Grumbles. "Oh I'm sorry sport, I was thinking about soup." I think I want to use that line. Or every line in Daria. Or both. Oh Scrubs and...
There is this tiny bug * in my room—one of those harmless wingy ones that come inside every fall as it gets cold and I feel bad shooing back outside to freeze. It seems firmly convinced that flying in my face/landing on me repeatedly and being TICKLY is a fun activity. ( Read more ... )
I've been doing more with my life other than Twitter, I swear! It's just that it's been more of the "let me clean the house because oh my god I do not want a repeat of the other night when I found an earwig ON MY HAND and then I flailed it away and because I have brown carpet I can't see when parts of it are MOVING!" variety than anything actually worth blogging about. (My bug spray smells like ...
I'd like to recommend this post by danceswthcobras anent a rather cute house centipede looking rather like this . Those who don't care for arthropods may wish to skip the links, but it's not often you find a critter so reminiscent of a cathedral's worth of flying buttresses. :)
