California doesn't have bugs. At least the San Francisco Bay Area doesn't. I remember when my sister moved to Roseville. She got these big watery blisters all around her ankles and had no idea what they were. She finally went to the doctor's and figured out that they were mosquito bites and she was allergic. I think she was 34 and didn't know what a mosquito bite was.
Tonight I am watching what people call a waterbug. I almost called it a waterbig - Freudian slip perhaps? It is big. Maybe two inches long, with inch long legs and inch and a half long antennae. It's so big it's slow. In contrast, I had cockroaches in my first apartment. I never really saw them, except for a movement in the corner of my eye. They were slick little beetles and they moved fast. They ducked from the light and the movement made them creepy. This big bug thing is just dumb.
So, I am watching this dumb bug. It showed up this morning when I moved a bag on the floor. It moseyed off into the corner of the room. Within about 8 minutes it had rolled onto it's back and was trying to right it's self. After watching out of the corner of my eye, I left for the day. Tonight it's still in the same position. Legs flaying, antennae searching.
I know these things come here to die. I find them every other month or so. Do you think it's inhumane to flush it? That's really a rhetorical question because I won't be able to sleep with it writhing and thrashing. Another sacrifice to the porcelain goddess. Go in Peace.
