You’re a one-person universal rescue squadron. All you need to do is lose the angst and keep doing what you do, and all will be right in your universe.
Facebook is making me crazy.
So much sharing of infinite cruelty.
There are so many animals suffering, that it’s overwhelming.
My arms are not *that* long.
Right now, I’m trying to get my mom to stop “bombing” her house and yard so savagely.
She cannot abide *any living thing* setting foot in either.
I have seen Katydids land on the side of the house and instantly start going into seizures, there’s *so much* pesticide around.
Aside from being heart breaking to harmless creatures, it can’t be healthy for her.
This will likely make you laugh.
We took the bikes out for a quick cold ride yesterday and about 30 minutes into, I felt something *squirm* inside my tight leather pants.
I touched the spot and felt a definite “somebody” in there.
So, I pulled into a shopping center, ran into the store’s bathroom and yanked down my drawers.
It was a stinkbug, who had apparently decided my stored-away pants were a nice place to over-winter.
It seemed okay except I think I might have hurt one of its legs when I touched it, initially.
I felt terrible about that but now the bug has all of Michaels Arts And Crafts for its winter abode.
Angst, thy name is Salamander.
:D