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Last night I saw Stranger Than Fiction. If I had to assign it three words, they'd be - warm & fuzzy post-modernism. (Well, I suppose that might be four words, depending on how you count hyphenated words.) (And it should be explained that I do not equate warm & fuzzy with sappy-sweet.) (And now this is definitely more than three words.) But. It's been a long, long time since I enjoyed a movie as purely as I did this one. Highly recommended. Best of all, there are no mood pre-requisites - by which I mean it is not something like Brokeback Mountain which I put off seeing a lot longer than I ever thought I would because I had an idea what the tone of the movie would be and I had to batten down my emotional hatches in advance.
I'm kind of in a strange mood.
Two nights ago, the ceaseless drama that is My Life With Bugs entered a new chapter when I saw a jet-black cockroach scurrying across my bathroom floor! Luckily I had my stinkbug-catching tools handy and the bastard was trapped under a glass in no time. I dragged over a lamp and my laptop and got to work identifying him - or rather her, as it was either a female oriental cockroach or a female Pennsylvania woods cockroach. There was a point to this exercise, believe me - had it been a German cockroach, for instance, I'd have given myself permission to begin panicking and freaking out since they're the ones that tend to mean things like "infestation" and "never going to get rid of them EVER!" from what I read. Oriental cockroaches, on the other hand, live outside as much as inside and seldom wander above the ground floor of a structure - since I'm in an ATTIC apartment, that is reassuring news. Also, they breed very slowly and so infestation is uncommon. If it's a PA woods cockroach even better - they usually live ONLY outside and only wander inside accidentally, and they never reproduce indoors.
So I will reserve any freaking out for when I find more, if that happens.
See, I don't mind bugs that much generally - when I spent that summer catching and counting mosquitoes I had to kill a lot of other bugs in the process, and spend enough time with anything, especially something you're KILLING en masse everyday, and even hard-wired fears start to ease a bit. I can take one, or even a few, of anything (well, except for centipedes - but then there is NOTHING MORE HORRIFYING and hey, N, now I can say again that I'd rather have roaches than a centipede but with loads more credibility!)
What I hate are LOTS of bugs.
I'm sure there is some excellent genetic memory-based explanation for this that has something to do with how lots of insects conjures a) associations with filth and disease and/or b) death and decay.
In other news I have three exams beginning in two weeks and I'm pathologically unmotivated. On that note, I must go watch some TiVo'd television!
I'm kind of in a strange mood.
Two nights ago, the ceaseless drama that is My Life With Bugs entered a new chapter when I saw a jet-black cockroach scurrying across my bathroom floor! Luckily I had my stinkbug-catching tools handy and the bastard was trapped under a glass in no time. I dragged over a lamp and my laptop and got to work identifying him - or rather her, as it was either a female oriental cockroach or a female Pennsylvania woods cockroach. There was a point to this exercise, believe me - had it been a German cockroach, for instance, I'd have given myself permission to begin panicking and freaking out since they're the ones that tend to mean things like "infestation" and "never going to get rid of them EVER!" from what I read. Oriental cockroaches, on the other hand, live outside as much as inside and seldom wander above the ground floor of a structure - since I'm in an ATTIC apartment, that is reassuring news. Also, they breed very slowly and so infestation is uncommon. If it's a PA woods cockroach even better - they usually live ONLY outside and only wander inside accidentally, and they never reproduce indoors.
So I will reserve any freaking out for when I find more, if that happens.
See, I don't mind bugs that much generally - when I spent that summer catching and counting mosquitoes I had to kill a lot of other bugs in the process, and spend enough time with anything, especially something you're KILLING en masse everyday, and even hard-wired fears start to ease a bit. I can take one, or even a few, of anything (well, except for centipedes - but then there is NOTHING MORE HORRIFYING and hey, N, now I can say again that I'd rather have roaches than a centipede but with loads more credibility!)
What I hate are LOTS of bugs.
I'm sure there is some excellent genetic memory-based explanation for this that has something to do with how lots of insects conjures a) associations with filth and disease and/or b) death and decay.
In other news I have three exams beginning in two weeks and I'm pathologically unmotivated. On that note, I must go watch some TiVo'd television!
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I do the same thing quite frequently.