Have Sprayer, Will Kill...

Sometimes a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do…


I can testify that a woman can even change a toilet seat--as I did last night since my husband is out of town and the old seat came off in my hands (I was trying to write my name in the snow...).

However, I did chatter constantly while doing it and it was nerve-wrackingly high-pitched even to me.

I am about to kill and maim bed bugs, as we have sighted one in my son's room. I have no remorse and am not even slightly horrifed by killing them. Last August when we were infested, I even named the ones I used as test subjects to verify the pesticide worked (Edward, Bella, Carlisle, Alice and a trio of old, hard to kill bugs I called the Volturi). If I find another, I will name, maim, and destroy it, too.

I’m a wee bit ticked off that he commandeered my specially-purchased bed-bug pesticide sprayer. I can’t prove it, but the new sprayer is now neatly labeled “Round-up” and we all know I don’t label anything--except people who drive slower than me (slo-mo’s) and Wyoming Highway Patrolmen (Officer I-Need-More-Fiber-In-My-Diet). That’s an entirely different post, however.

I found the old sprayer, under a shelf in the spider-infested region of the garage. Did I scream or cry or throw a fit? Yes, and the neighbors are now shunning me. After that, I rolled the dead-spider-coated sprayer on the wet grass to sanitize it. Opened a Diet Coke, took a long-burning swig—I’m good.

Sloth-itude

SLOTH – It’s more than just a medium-sized mammal that moves only when necessary and even then very slowly. More than the unwitting prey of jaguars, the harpy eagle, and humans.


Did you know that more than two-thirds of a well-fed sloth's body-weight consists of the contents of its stomach, and the digestive process can take a month or more to complete.

…but beyond the well-known happy facts of sloth-hood dwells something that hits very close to home. So close that it’s frightening…

SLOTH is also an acrostic that describes:

Stupor – state in which one has difficulty in thinking or using one’s senses

Lassitude – uncaring attitude; lack of interest

Obtund – dulled or less sharp

Torpor – lethargic indifference; apathy

Hebetude – mental dullness or lethargy

Evidence suggests I may be a sloth.

That may account for where I’ve been all winter. It’s difficult to blog and write while hanging upside, clinging to a branch, even while being shot at from below.

But I am emerging from my sanctuary of stupor, my oubliette of obtundity, my lair of lassitude, my trammel of torpor, my habitat of hebetude.

I am back in blog-land.