FYI

I have decided I don't really want to blog any more. My mind may change later, who knows? I would delete the whole thing, but some of the stories about the kids are neat, and I'd like to keep them. I have come to the conclusion that the computer steals too much time away, and I am reclaiming my time.

TTFN!

I Hate Nature

Nature... yeah, right now I kinda hate it. Sure, I love the buds and leaves on the trees, being able to hang the wind chimes and open the windows, working in the dirt and growing my own garden; I even like the fine layer of pollen that has coated everything inside the house from said open windows, but the fact of the matter is that there are bugs out there. Ones that jump, crawl, fly, and creep. There are ones that could become entangled in my hair or crawl up my sleeve, or worse yet, touch the back of my neck. It might all be okay if only they would stay outside, but they have decided to be my house guests, too. Last year, I paid an arm and a leg to get rid of the clover mites that had taken over the inside of my house. This year, I simply cannot justify handing over my only remaining arm and leg to do the same thing, so I will have to live with what's here. Clover mites aren't the problem this year--sure I have seen a few, but not the exponential numbers of the past. Instead, those stupid springtails are everywhere in the basement and outside. My only recourse here is a massive amount of poison around the outside of the house, which may not even work because I have read that they are not insects. I'm not sure what they are exactly, if not insects, because they don't look like anything else in the animalia kingdom: certainly not fish or reptiles or even sponges, but I'll have to try to exterminate them anyway. I have also purchased some beautiful, huge houseplants to better my indoor environment, but it turns out that they have been housing millipedes, which I just love. Love em like I'd love a beautiful case of leprosy. Every day, I carefully inspect the carpets, looking for millipedes on the march. They won't survive in here: there's nothing for them to eat once they get out of the planter, but still, they are bugs in my house. Ugh. What if they make it upstairs and touch my pillow? I'd never be able to sleep again. That happened in college with a centipede, and I had to move out of my dorm room.

I do realize I am being completely irrational here. I always have water on my side because I have control of the hose, and no bugs will ever be able to wrestle it away, but I am just a baby when it comes to the crawly things. Give me a snake and a few mice any day, and I'll be happy. I can handle them because, well, I could handle them. They won't suddenly appear on my shoulder or in my hair or in my ear without my noticing their approach.

So, I guess the bottom line is that I don't hate nature. I just hate it when nature walks into my house and crawls around. That is where I draw the line.