It’s been hot here in LA the past few days. And with the heat has come more bugs than I’d previously seen here. Growing up in Dallas, I became fairly used to large cockroaches, to the point where I could kill them and not be too freaked out by it. But the other night I got home and saw a Texas-sized roach outside my apartment and for the next hour felt like bugs were crawling all over me. Oh, I know what you’re thinking, and I wasn’t on Meth at the time.
Last night I left my apartment and saw the fattest caterpillar I’d ever seen, on the same wall where the roach had been (again, thankfully outside). When I got home a few hours later, it had migrated a fair distance, and this morning I saw it down by my neighbor’s window. I was actually relieved to see it again this morning, because the only thing worse than seeing the same bug (or whatever a caterpillar is) over and over is to not see it and wonder where it is now. Like in my bathtub or something.
I know, I know, caterpillars are cute and they become butterflies and blah blah, but this one just didn’t have the appeal. Ok?