The Mothman Infestations & the House of Ice
I haven't written in a while, and lots has happened... but when I even think about trying to simplify it to put it on here, I don't think I can. So, I'll keep it light for now.
There was a span of time about a week ago when everyone who I lived with minus me managed to leave the outside porch/enclosed veranda light on, thus attracting every moth known to man. So, now, I think we've started some sort of refugee-moth breeding program in our porch because I swear there's more every day. But now, the light is usually off, so I try to enter the house as stealthily as possible, keeping the retarded belief that if I move slowly enough, they won't see me... (I'm sure it looks hilarious, but no one's ever seen me do this Mission Impossible move into the house yet) although, panic does set in if the key's not unlocking the door fast enough. But, there's at least 10 in there right now, and they all just sit around and stare at me as I leave, plotting my untimely demise.
As for our house, there's a significant climate change from my room to the other side of the house. I really think that Theresa is cold-blooded, because she sleeps with a fan on in her room and then the bathroom window is always open, thus when you go to take a shower, icicles start freezing onto your hair even with hot water going full blast. Apparently, the other reason for the window open is so we don't have mildew growing in our bathroom because we don't have a fan. This however, does cause a large shock during any trip to the bathroom during the night as the unsuspecting, sleepy victim discovers just how cold a porcelain toilet can become in the Arctic. Then there's me, who sleeps with sweats, a t-shirt, and a huge hoodie under my blanket and my sleeping bag, and then I'm relatively warm. But, we also can't turn on the heat much because we control the heat for the whole house and then with the heat on, the people upstairs cook. Good times. SO, alas, every morning I go from warm to popsicle within a couple steps. And the beautiful part of it is somehow I have managed to time my shower around the same time as someone upstairs so I miss all the hot water. So between the window open with winter blowing in and then ice raining out of the shower, I'll never be warm again.
There was a span of time about a week ago when everyone who I lived with minus me managed to leave the outside porch/enclosed veranda light on, thus attracting every moth known to man. So, now, I think we've started some sort of refugee-moth breeding program in our porch because I swear there's more every day. But now, the light is usually off, so I try to enter the house as stealthily as possible, keeping the retarded belief that if I move slowly enough, they won't see me... (I'm sure it looks hilarious, but no one's ever seen me do this Mission Impossible move into the house yet) although, panic does set in if the key's not unlocking the door fast enough. But, there's at least 10 in there right now, and they all just sit around and stare at me as I leave, plotting my untimely demise.
As for our house, there's a significant climate change from my room to the other side of the house. I really think that Theresa is cold-blooded, because she sleeps with a fan on in her room and then the bathroom window is always open, thus when you go to take a shower, icicles start freezing onto your hair even with hot water going full blast. Apparently, the other reason for the window open is so we don't have mildew growing in our bathroom because we don't have a fan. This however, does cause a large shock during any trip to the bathroom during the night as the unsuspecting, sleepy victim discovers just how cold a porcelain toilet can become in the Arctic. Then there's me, who sleeps with sweats, a t-shirt, and a huge hoodie under my blanket and my sleeping bag, and then I'm relatively warm. But, we also can't turn on the heat much because we control the heat for the whole house and then with the heat on, the people upstairs cook. Good times. SO, alas, every morning I go from warm to popsicle within a couple steps. And the beautiful part of it is somehow I have managed to time my shower around the same time as someone upstairs so I miss all the hot water. So between the window open with winter blowing in and then ice raining out of the shower, I'll never be warm again.
posted by Insert Name Here at 10:14 am
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you always make me smile and laugh!! hope you're having a good day... :)
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