I've mentioned before that some of my best thinking is done in the bathroom at work. I have several theories as to why this is so, despite the fact that my visits are generally less than 2 minutes in length.
Anyhow, so I'm sitting in there and notice a big, dead bug, right smack in the middle of the floor.
After recovering from my shuddering, I realize the bugger is still alive. It kinda thrashes about every few seconds. What, exactly, is it doing? Is it attempting a suicide by human? Is it trying to lure me out into the open so it's little friends can attack? Is it simply waiting for it's grandbugs to be summoned to his deathbed so he can utter some cryptic message?
After recovering from my shuddering, I realize the bugger is still alive. It kinda thrashes about every few seconds. What, exactly, is it doing? Is it attempting a suicide by human? Is it trying to lure me out into the open so it's little friends can attack? Is it simply waiting for it's grandbugs to be summoned to his deathbed so he can utter some cryptic message? I envision the bug muttering, "Rosebud" to it's perplexed kin before expiring.
It's then that the little sucker jumps up and runs away.
Weird
Deep thoughts,
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It's a buggy kinda day in bloggy-land because I just wrote a post about bugs 30 min ago! lol
Holy Crap. (pun totally intended).
I love you and the thoughts that come about while on the potty :)
And to answer your question it was a strawberry nipple cream. (you naughty naughty girl!:)
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