Hi. It's almost 3:30 in the morning, and my brain can't even think about sleeping right now since it's on guard. I kept hearing the skittering of a big bug somewhere near my bed's headboard, and....YEAH. I blasted everywhere around my bed's edges with bug spray. Always a joy when I can't see it but I HEAR it.
So the head says yes to writing for a little bit. Will work on starters that have been given to me recently...maybe some asks.. we'll see how much my brain can manage...
(tw sh/blood/vent art, the text is just kinda angsty?)
...this isn't a place, where anyone should go.
breathing hindered by pillowcases filled with mold.
even the bugs on the walls are filled with ill will ,
as they burrow through skin, with no intent to kill.
slowly...as though a freezing wind through rickety old windowpanes, it seeps, although a winter coat can't even warm up this frostbitten soul.
so one remains shellshocked, unable to move, still, drowning in icy water.
what comes to mind?
a thought and a statement:
being is a bother
"i hate it here, i hate the smell and fluorescent lights, but most of all I hate you", he utters, gazing at his own face in the reflection of a dirty mirror; as both are only hanging on by a thread.
titles : the porceline doll , (prns) who is fragile , (prns) who loves , broken doll , the rotting , the decayed , (prns) who is decayed , (prns) who is rotting , the deceased cutie , the diseased
so that i don't run the risk of entirely romanticizing my summer work, here is a brief list of The Various Incidents we have dealt with our first week, there will almost certainly be More Incidents, that's just how it goes:
the night no one got more than 4 hrs of sleep bc there was an Actual Windstorm from 11pm onwards that ripped up all of our tent stakes and was actively collapsing the tents around us
which happened to be the same night we had been trying to fall asleep to the gentle sounds of. target shooters practicing in the near distance
collecting data to the gentle sounds of target shooters practicing in the near distance (we were on public lands so it's par for the course, we made sure to do our part and wear our hi-vis vests the whole time we were out there, still not my fave vibe)
that time i got engulfed by a literal swarm of bees
(generally working overtime but that's not nearly as exciting)
the night i had to return to camp alone, well after nightfall, after dropping off crew at the airport, and was driving our 4WD up a steep, barely-one-car-wide rock road, which was tilted toward the cliff edge instead of the hillside for some reason, around blind hairpin turns
did i mention the swarm of honey bees?
like, i know now they were probably just chilling and only interested in finding a new place to set up a hive, and that swarms aren't aggressive since they're not defending a colony
but the irony of the fact that i had been the one to remove the section on stinging insects from our safety protocol on the basis of 'unlikely to be an issue' is not lost on me
imagine, for a moment, that you think you hear the wind picking up in the distance -- you can usually hear a gust of wind coming from a good ways off, out in the woods, when it rushes through the trees. now imagine you realize that it sounds just a little off. that you can't feel any wind and that there is an Edge to it. now imagine that you can hear it growing louder and realize it is in fact a Buzz and that the air around and above you is now filled with honeybees. where did they come from? unclear. did someone disturb a hive? what do the Bees Want? unclear. you start walking. the buzzing is still all around you. very ominous. you can't shake the feeling that they're moving with you. you remember that someone on your crew has an allergy to hornets and wasps. are Bees different enough? you should probably stop walking towards the rest of the crew. you crouch down on the ground. eventually the buzzing fades, though it doesn't go away entirely.
there is now a swarm of Bees setting up shop on a tree next to our plot center. my crewmate and i organize a rescue effort for the equipment we've left at plot center. we have sacrificed plot center to the Bees.
How does it go trying to handle a spider or some other critter you or your F/O(s) finds in the house? Does one of yall freak out and the other is completely nonchalant about it? Do you both panic? Or are both of you unconcerned about it?
If just one of yall panics do they quickly go to give the other kisses and call them a hero? Or maybe both of yall panic and grab pillows for armor and pots for helmets and try and fend yourselves with spatulas?
Or is it completely calm and just "Dear, I found a spider." "Oh, okay.... Have you named it?"
Maybe yall are completely cool until a specific bug like a mosquito or ant makes its way in and then someone ends up getting super peeved cause they just can't STAND those pesks!!