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Bugs

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Normally, I love bugs. Beetles, bees, centipedes, or anything remotely interesting to look at that other people see as gross or weird. It brings me comfort, in an odd way. Though I like bugs, I don’t like them in my living vicinity.

Ants have been scattered throughout my bathroom, which was odd, because I didn’t have anything open or food or anything in my bathroom, so of course, I tried to kill as many as I could. They were annoying. Getting on my towel, on my sink, just everywhere. I finally killed them all, until today.

Today, after dinner, I was walking to my room, saying goodnight to my parents. Then, I see about a million of those six-legged creatures beneath my feet. Obviously, weirded out, I cleaned them up, killing around 6 or 7 generations of them, since my mom was recovering from surgery and my dad just wanted to relax. I like ants for the environment, but maybe not in my house and on my bare feet.

So now I write this blog to you, with ants crawling up my legs and down my arms, going into the parts of my computer. They’re.. they’re just.. everywhere.

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weeding

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I had field studies today. I hadn’t been on one yet, so I thought I had eluded field studies, but I was wrong. Yesterday, I got an email telling me I had field studies today. I walked down the hill to the creek today, thinking about how silly it is that we replace real classes with field studies. However, we got there and I pulled weeds for the entire time, and I really appreciated it. It was mindless work, but I enjoyed it. I would have enjoyed it more if there were no ants and strange bugs, but I worked around them. I also saw a snail! It was green. So the “wildlife” canceled out I guess, because the ants and weird bugs made it worse, but the green snail and the worms made it better. I was happy to have weeded and gotten my hands dirty instead of having a long block of English, not that English is bad but weeding is better because I really like weeding.

Picture credit: Marina Grynykha

Beauty in my Backyard

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I think humans have developed this extraordinary ability to ignore the minuscule. We go about our everyday lives without paying any attention to the little joys all around us.

Thoreau, the Transcendentalist philosopher we are studying in English class, spent a great length of time at Walden Pond. He took up residence in a ramshackle house which he refused to upkeep and lived the most simple of lives out in the wilderness. Though I do not believe myself capable of his feat (I would grow lonely within a week), I admire his efforts to console nature for advice.

The other day, I was laying in a hammock when I spotted so many tiny insects in the soil around me. Within a two-foot radius, I saw green bugs crawling up blades of grass, ladybugs munching on leaves, and a huge number of ants scurrying over the dirt. It was beautiful. I guess I had never before considered how much life there was in my back garden.

They are always here – the little sources of beauty – whether they come from nature or another. We are just so used to turning a blind eye and a deaf ear. We have let ourselves become distracted by materialism, work, or responsibility so that we overlook one of the best parts of life: the details. I want to open my eyes and ears again and appreciate every last grain of sand, a speck of dust, snowflake, and ladybug.

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The Cowardly Insect

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An insect walks down a street.

Using its six insect feet.

The insect sees a spider walk.

It chases another insect down the block.

The other gets pierced with a sword-like fang.

The insects’ cowardice does not wane.

A day passes, the other insect is dead.

All that remains is a decomposed head.

The insect walks down the block.

Like its predecessor it gets caught.

The insect cries and pleas for help.

Another insect hears its whelp.

The other insect watches and runs away.

It decides to return another day.

A day passes, the other insect is dead.

All that remains is a decomposed head.