Having encountered no traffic on my way home today, when I let the dogs out, it was still bright outside. I decided that I’d bring my laptop outside and do some surfing, etc. I cleaned a corner of the patio table and powered it up and happened to glance towards the umbrella, which hadn’t been open since last fall. I did a double take, for there seemed to be two dozen or so of insects sitting at one spot. So I touched the umbrella stand to make it move to shoo off those insects.
OH. MY. GAWD. It wasn’t two dozen, it seemed more like in the order of hundreds. Suddenly chills ran down my spine with that feeling of being ambushed, of course these bugs would try this, try to blindside me, for 2 years of being slaughtered mistaken for mosquitoes, of course they’d try an ambush, they clearly outnumber my lone self! I hurried inside and grabbed Clorox Bleach spray I bought a few weeks ago because mosquito season is upon us and therefore I have to slowly build my ammunitions required for my bloody war on mosquitoes. I started spraying the umbrella. Hundreds of them dropped to the table, and what do you know? It was not an ambush, but an orgy! They were all friggin mating!
My realization of what these bugs were doing on my patio umbrella fueled my anger towards these bugs. They must have strategized to make more little bugs to build bigger troops! What a nerve! I sprayed like a mad woman – no need to point out to me I AM a mad woman, I know. It’s just an expression. And in my attempt to not miss any spot, I undid the string that held the umbrella. OH. MY. GAWD. AGAIN!!!!! I was mistaken. Thousands upon thousands, not hundreds, of bugs were dropping down to the table, most of them still locked in mating position. When that bottle of Clorox Bleach got nearly empty, I couldn’t find any more live bugs on the umbrella, and the table was covered with dead or dying bugs, rendering the table almost black. It was one disgusting scene, thousands of bugs on one flat surface of maybe 4ft by 2ft table. Ruined my appetite completely, which, I hate to admit, is not a bad thing at all. My hands still smell like Clorox though after washing them a dozen times already.
And I have a scratch on my right thumb around the nail bed, that looks like a razor cut, made by Grizzley’s tooth, and a scratch on my right wrist by his nails. I’ve forgotten what a pain it is to pill a cat, not to mention how to do it period. Grizzley had always been somewhat easy to pill compared to Thanta (RIP), but after getting used to the easy routines of pilling Brandy everyday (and before that pilling Georiga everyday), he presented himself to be a tough customer.
When I went to pick him up yesterday, my vet told me that prednisone is working, he ate ravenously, and even groomed himself. When he was brought out, I could see he did feel much better than the day before – he voiced his objections on having been in the hospital out loud. I should take him in 2 weeks to do a round of tests. The vet is very optimistic that it’s not cancer since Grizzley’s responding too well for it to be cancer. I’ve decided not to go for chemo on him even if it is cancer. The vet also agreed that gastrointestinal cancers are very unresponsive to chemo, which made it much easier for me to decide chemo or not. So even if his condition regresses after reducing prednisone dosage, I’d opt not to have biopsy done unless the vet gives me another compelling reason to have it done anyway.
I was kinda bummed yesterday after learning about the ultrasound result, and cried a couple of times – had to stay in the bathroom for a while because it’s not such a good thing to cry at work so much. But now, I feel better about it since Grizzley seems to be really happy about being back home and able to terrorize the dogs again.
Serious Stuff. Seriously
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