once upon a couple days ago, i was working at my computer when i saw a gigantic waterbug cruising along the wall beside me. i tried to trap him under a glass, but he scuttled into a space too narrow for capture and by the time i’d hauled myself down to the ground to get a better angle on him, he’d vanished.
but nothing that big can truly vanish, so i know he’s still in here somewhere, chittering away.
i can only assume he emerges whenever i’m out of the apartment, living his life like some sitcom kafka wrote to pay the bills.
taking long relaxing bubble baths:
reading all my books, probably dog-earing the pages:
trying on all my clothes:
and taking long waterbuggy naps in my bed:
when i eventually catch him (and i WILL catch him), i will toss him out on his skittery freeloading ass. unless he coughs up all the back rent he owes. or offers to do some of the chores, perhaps organizing some of the smaller bugs i suspect are also squatting around here somewhere (it being NYFC after all) into some nightmare version of cinderella’s helper critters.
so far, he’s laying low. i will post developments as they arise…