It's three in the morning and I can't sleep. The reason
I can't sleep is because I'm afraid of giant insects
landing on my face. The reason I'm afraid of giant
insects landing and crawling about on my face is that
there's giant insects in my apartment. Actaully, that's
not quite true - giant insects are occasionally flying
into my apartment.
my old place, we had roaches. A fair number of them.
But they were all small to moderate-sized house and
kitchen roaches, none any bigger than the first joint
of my thumb. Easy to trap, easy to squish, easy to
dispose of. No big deal.
here, I live by the expressway, and the only insects
that survive are the biggest, toughest, weirdest mutant
motherfuckers you've ever seen. Monday night, I was
met by my first of three (so far) visitors - at about
10:30 PM, crawling on the wall above the TV set, was
some hideous conglomeration of a cockroach and a millipede
- wide, flat-bottomed body and antennae with dozens
of tiny cilia sticking out from the side. I smacked
it with a magazine and it fell behind the flat files,
only to crawl out an hour later to freak me out again.
I smashed it with my Hagstrom and flushed the rattling
corpse down the toilet.
morning, I woke up and needed to take a crap, so I
went to the bathroom. My current toilet reading is
Cola Madnes by Gary Panter. When I'd finished
doing my business, I tossed the hardback book down
onto the windowsill and an enormous, furiously buzzing
dragonfly flew out of the plant that sits there. This
thing had a wingspan larger than my hand, but it seemed
pretty drained and went down quick to a wad of toilet
paper. I flushed it, too.
then, at about 1AM, I get up to check on whether I'd
thrown out a bunch of old original artwork or not
(I had) and upon turning on the lamp was greeted by
an enormous brown moth flying in tight circles around
my living room, frantically looking for some coats
to eat or something. I smacked at it with a newspaper
but it flew away. Where? I haven't a clue.