December 27, 2005

Ewww... a bug

You ever consider the life of a bug? Ever consider your life as though you were a bug? Oh, so many kinds to choose from. Just like people. Let’s see, we have bugs that slink in the night, that eat your house down around your knees. We have cute bugs that fly and kids love. Pretty as a button ‘Lady Bugs’. Twitchy, running bugs with feelers that serve no purpose except to make people cringe. Bugs that make a cacophony of noise that seem like it will drive you mad.

Slinking around. Skulking in the dark. Those are the kind of bugs I’m talking about. The kind of bugs that end up squished in a tissue or a few tiny squares of toilet paper. The ones that leave little brown smears on your wall after their lives are abruptly stopped by the equivalent of a two-ton heavy thing.

You know these bugs. You’ve ended more than a few of their lives, such as they are. Sometimes you might even feel like one of these little bugs. You are skating through life. Everything is joy. Happiness at the sumptuous meal you found after a long time of waiting. Then the shadow looms. The tissue comes for you. You run. The shadow changes shape. It withdraws. The position of attack comes from another quarter.

In the end, you are a snuff film. Every scene plays out different, but the end is the same. The big flush. Counter-clockwise or clockwise depending on the hemisphere you are in. Actually, that’s not really true. For every one that ends up as a swirl on the water, there are a few hundred that got the meal and got away. Or is it a few thousand? Quit skulking in the dark, you can be one that got away fat and happy. The looming shadow of the tissue only a dim nightmare.

Eventually, you take the risk. You run out in the daylight. Naked. Stark against the backdrop that is your playing field. The prize is yours. Can you take it and survive? It’s not just a numbers game. It’s not even a game. It’s you and sanctuary. Can you get there? It’s worth it. It’s only a short dash. Ready? Go.


At 1:18 PM, Blogger Lindsey said...

Bugs freak me out...really freak me out.

At 1:20 PM, Blogger Lara said...


At 3:35 PM, Blogger Natalia said...

A bug might ponder the life of the humans...working for this thing called money, never having enough of it, always pondering our existence. They might think we have it really crappy up here lol


At 8:37 AM, Blogger Her Daddy's Eyes said...

We don't have bugs in Florida...*rolls eyes*

Well, now that you put it THIS way, how can I squeesh another bug ever again?

At 2:14 PM, Blogger Sexy Suburbanite said...

I've thought about reincarnation (which I don't really believe in, but I have thought a lot about the subject) and how bad it would suck to be reincarnated as a bug. But, I kind of think it would be worse to be reincarnated as tree. Life may suck as a bug but you only live a short time. A tree lives for MANY years but they just sit there doing nothing. That would be boring.


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