Or not! I wanted to take a break from "solving the world's problems" and switch to thinking/ talking about something lighter. But those have invaded me and mine!
Do you see them? And that is after I zoomed the camera to its utmost. I could not bring myself to get any closer.
What I love about my house is that we have a lot of greenery around. But these greeneries are perfect breeding places for those...those things.
I don't know where they came from. Probably the fruit-less mango tree that we forbade our parents from cutting down because we wanted to do our bit for the environment. And the ungrateful thing goes and does this to us!
And the profusion. Maybe they just hatched, and decided to attack with full force. This morning mom went up to the roof and killed eight- yes, eight of the buggers. And then this afternoon two of its brothers (they can only be male- they invaded my room after all) found their way into my room.
I'm not scared of them. I just don't like them. Okay, okay, they creep me out totally. And I swept those two and threw them out my window where they'll probably crawl back. Thing is, I can't kill them. And no, its not because I'm good or kind or PETA-ish. Its that I can't shake the fear that their blood (?) and entrails would get stuck under my slippers and somehow find their way onto my skin...
Then a few minutes later, my sister came out screaming from the bathroom because she too had just seen one of its brothers. And only after pouring two bucket-fuls of precious water over it, it sluggishly went down the drain. I went back to my room and found yet another one. That makes twelve of those worms that I've seen today.
I'm so spooked, every time my hair tickles me, I think its them and I get mild heart attacks. And I glance at every nook and cranny, and at the ceilings and under cushions and..everywhere.
Rainy season's coming up, and there will be more. And I especially hate the ones that give you itches-the "lungphur" kind. Because I'm so susceptible to the power of suggestive thinking that if I even see one, I break into itchy rashes.
And it doesn't help when people tell me they're probably more scared of me than I am of them.
They say you always pay a price for loving. And I love trees and rain, and the price I have to pay for loving them are those crawling menaces.