Sunday, October 07, 2007
Gardening Journal: Entry the Third
The last couple weeks have been tough for our plants. None of Esther's survived. The only ones left are my two and some new flowers that Sarah bought. Hers looked pretty shitty today, though. I guess I'm the only one with a green thumb.
I've repotted Lolita, and she is continuing to grow to fit her, now larger, pot. Jasper was like that, too. Except he lived in aquariums and not a pile of dirt. Except now he lives in a pile of dirt somewhere because he's dead. Except he was still in his aquarium when we threw him away. Except it wasn't really me who threw him away, it was Bryant.
Lolita seems to be attracting these tiny black bugs. There aren't very many of them, but I'm sort of flabbergasted. I mean, are a few bugs a sign that there's a bug colony thriving somewhere in the vicinity? Isn't that what you have to assume with ants? These kind of look like ants, except they can fly. Shouldn't that make the threat of infestation, like, I don't know, TEN MILLION TIMES WORSE?
In spite of my intensive knowledge of entomology, I've decided to live and let live. I keep on thinking of those religious people (perhaps in the Middle East somewhere) who wear veils over their mouths so as not to unintentionally harm any living creature. It might also be all of the sci-fi books I've been reading that discuss, in great detail, a future human race who has relations with a COMPLEX BUG CIVILIZATIONS. Yes, there are books that fit into the giant bug subgenre of sci-fi literature. I think they might be similar to the robot subgenre of drama films. Anyway, even though these relations always seem to end disasterously, I have developed a sort of grudging respect for these organisms that can decimate entire Terran military fleets. My last reason to not launch an attack on these bugs (which you should ALWAYS do if trapped in sci-fi story) is that I have a feeling it would involve some sort of pesticide (and not just my waving around facial tissue in the general area of Lolita). I eat and live and breathe (and love and laugh and whatever else those stupid decorative wall plaques are always telling you to do) in this room, and don't want to ingest poison. Oh, but the poison is for little tiny bugs, you say? That's supposed to make me feel better? My EYES and AORTA and NIPPLES are little tiny things, and I don't want them to SHRIVEL UP AND DIE.
As usual, my Gardening Journal entry has completely lost sight of its gardening theme.
I've repotted Lolita, and she is continuing to grow to fit her, now larger, pot. Jasper was like that, too. Except he lived in aquariums and not a pile of dirt. Except now he lives in a pile of dirt somewhere because he's dead. Except he was still in his aquarium when we threw him away. Except it wasn't really me who threw him away, it was Bryant.
Lolita seems to be attracting these tiny black bugs. There aren't very many of them, but I'm sort of flabbergasted. I mean, are a few bugs a sign that there's a bug colony thriving somewhere in the vicinity? Isn't that what you have to assume with ants? These kind of look like ants, except they can fly. Shouldn't that make the threat of infestation, like, I don't know, TEN MILLION TIMES WORSE?
In spite of my intensive knowledge of entomology, I've decided to live and let live. I keep on thinking of those religious people (perhaps in the Middle East somewhere) who wear veils over their mouths so as not to unintentionally harm any living creature. It might also be all of the sci-fi books I've been reading that discuss, in great detail, a future human race who has relations with a COMPLEX BUG CIVILIZATIONS. Yes, there are books that fit into the giant bug subgenre of sci-fi literature. I think they might be similar to the robot subgenre of drama films. Anyway, even though these relations always seem to end disasterously, I have developed a sort of grudging respect for these organisms that can decimate entire Terran military fleets. My last reason to not launch an attack on these bugs (which you should ALWAYS do if trapped in sci-fi story) is that I have a feeling it would involve some sort of pesticide (and not just my waving around facial tissue in the general area of Lolita). I eat and live and breathe (and love and laugh and whatever else those stupid decorative wall plaques are always telling you to do) in this room, and don't want to ingest poison. Oh, but the poison is for little tiny bugs, you say? That's supposed to make me feel better? My EYES and AORTA and NIPPLES are little tiny things, and I don't want them to SHRIVEL UP AND DIE.
As usual, my Gardening Journal entry has completely lost sight of its gardening theme.
# posted by Anna : 12:26 AM
