I also mean EVERY door ( seven doors) and under the door mats and all over the concrete. And let's not even discuss our HUGE, normally perfectly clean garage, now full of inchwoms. At least Google and I believe them to be inchwoms, until they turn into living creatures here to kill us all.
That's a great idea for a movie.. Note to self: pitch this idea to people you know in town who will laugh you out of their houses. Think of it, thousands of little black worms, ingratiating themselves - getting to know you, and then morphing into alien monsters who take over our houses and our lives. If they would only take over the mortgage and taxes, I could maybe deal with it.
We sweep, we vacuum,, and there they are again a few hours later. They also get in the house, I dont even want to discuss it.. ghastly.
A flaw in Paradise.. Imagine that! They scrunch underfoot, and they could not be more repulsive. and they are all mine!!
Of course, no one else has them - or they won't admit to having anything that distasteful - so it is either that our house is near farmland, or they just like something about our personalities. Maybe they want a chat before dying, or a cup of freshly ground expresso - or simply to introduce themselves and have a moment of social interaction before they go into the bright tunnel of the vacuum cleaner or the heel of my shoe.
In addition most socially conscious Californians don't like to kill living creatures or spray poisons on them: ( I know, I know, but poisons are on earth for a reason )- several such reasons being inchworms and black widow spiders and RATS! Not the bunnies, I know, not the sweet little wildly breeding bunnies. ( HAHA)
We have ants swarming around the swimming pool too, but that whole sentence sounds so Damnned Entitled that I won't expand except to say that they crawl on people's feet if we are exercising in the water ,which is suppposed to be 89 degrees.
Middle aged women going " EEEK" are sorta funny unless it is YOUR own personal pedicured toes they are swarming on. ..
It even scares my fearless aqua teacher, the beautiful and ever cheery Liz. ( Talk about entitled).
So the Terminex spray guy will come tomorrow ,and be gone before anyone who has extra sensibilities regarding living things arrives.
These are only two small examples of trouble in paradise. The rains came - and we are grateful for them. but, along with the rains come constant power outages, above mentioned inchworms, regular worms ( also curled up and very dead), and very cold, wet weather. Fortunately we do not live in one of the towns where houses slide down hills.. at least not yet!
But, you know, as much as I don't miss the winters in New Jersey and New York or the summers in Florida, and as much as I am not crazy about all the new freckles on my face due to sun exposure ( yes, I use sunblock all the time), it does feel like a season, and makes Paradise more interesting. because when every day is totally perfect - as it is in the spring and summer, you forget how gorgeous it is until it is not gorgeous for a week or two.
Is this better or worse than rats and roaches in a snazzy New York apartment building? I actually am not sure. I'm leaning toward better, but I still miss New York, garbage, snow, smells and all.
Why not tell me what you think, readers?
But more to come about Life on the Gold Coast as lived by a girl from Brooklyn.
You need a song for this post! Obvious choice: Danny Kaye's "Inchworm." Those poor, delicate, underappreciated little creatures. They like YOU! :)
ReplyDeleteYes, Thank you Anonymous, I was thinking of and hearing Danny's voice in my ear as I wrote the title.
ReplyDeleteI don't want to torture my poor readers with music as background..
but I appreciate your comments.. Expect to see new postings 5-7 times a week. Am on a roll.
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