Mistaken
There I was, minding my own business, watching a PewDiePie playthrough Amnesia: The Dark Descent, tweeting and generally living my life, when my ever-sensitive ears picked up a sound.
It was a buzz. A soft, quiet buzz that barely lasted a second, but it was a buzz.
And buzzes don't fit in bedrooms of teenagers. At least not in my room.
Ripping my earphones from my ears, I listened as attentively as I could, hoping that it had been my imagination and nothing else. You see, I seem to have quite a few insects flying into my room at night, especially when it's been raining. These unwelcome "visitors" do nothing to help a shrieking teenage girl who is afraid of insects that fly and are generally quite big, like COCKROACHES. Ugh.
I kept quiet and listened. Nothing.
Alright, so I returned to my video and resumed enjoying a walkthrough full of horror and suspense.
THERE IT WAS AGAIN.
This time I panicked and called my dad to come help me hit the curtains in my room, just in case there was some bug that had unluckily gotten itself caught in it. By hitting the curtains, I could dislodge said unlucky bug and then proceed to squash it, shrieking all the while. The bug would never know what hit it.
Nothing.
By this time I was already wanting so badly to believe that whatever I was hearing was just a figment of my imagination and that there was no motherfucking bug.
WRONG.
The bitch flew to the top of my cupboard as my dad turned to walk out of my room. In other words, I saw it but he didn't, and it took another 5 minutes of aggressive persuading to convince my dad (somewhat) that I wasn't crazy, and for the love of kami there was something on my cupboard so he please kill the damned thing so I could breathe easy?
He checked my cupboard.
Nothing.
DBGFUBGRVTUWEfbg7vqtb v8gt5r87ctrb4o5t89ygvewtfv8o4hy6no8eyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I was already close to tears. There was something on my cupboard or behind it, and I didn't want any bug pulling some insect Paranormal Activity on me while I tried to sleep. Plus it was making SQUEAKING NOISES that for some my dad couldn't hear. Told you I had sensitive hearing.
Finally, finally the damned thing flew out, and it was BIG and BLACK and I was so sure that it was a cockroach that I almost cried tears of relief when it flew to the kitchen. Dad sprayed it with the insecticide till it flew to the dining table and landed on the table, buzzing angrily.
I got a closer look, and felt both saddened and relieved at the same time.
It wasn't a cockroach, but a cicada instead. That explained the squeaking noises.
I was saddened because I actually love the sound that the cicadas make when they sing, and in Japanese culture it is seen as a symbol of reincarnation.
Which made me pretty sad, cos I'd killed (or asked my dad to kill) an insect whose song I enjoyed listening to. But it was a big insect, and it was in my room, and it had to go.
I just couldn't help apologising to it as I watched it struggle to stay alive on that table.
It was a buzz. A soft, quiet buzz that barely lasted a second, but it was a buzz.
And buzzes don't fit in bedrooms of teenagers. At least not in my room.
Ripping my earphones from my ears, I listened as attentively as I could, hoping that it had been my imagination and nothing else. You see, I seem to have quite a few insects flying into my room at night, especially when it's been raining. These unwelcome "visitors" do nothing to help a shrieking teenage girl who is afraid of insects that fly and are generally quite big, like COCKROACHES. Ugh.
I kept quiet and listened. Nothing.
Alright, so I returned to my video and resumed enjoying a walkthrough full of horror and suspense.
THERE IT WAS AGAIN.
This time I panicked and called my dad to come help me hit the curtains in my room, just in case there was some bug that had unluckily gotten itself caught in it. By hitting the curtains, I could dislodge said unlucky bug and then proceed to squash it, shrieking all the while. The bug would never know what hit it.
Nothing.
By this time I was already wanting so badly to believe that whatever I was hearing was just a figment of my imagination and that there was no motherfucking bug.
WRONG.
The bitch flew to the top of my cupboard as my dad turned to walk out of my room. In other words, I saw it but he didn't, and it took another 5 minutes of aggressive persuading to convince my dad (somewhat) that I wasn't crazy, and for the love of kami there was something on my cupboard so he please kill the damned thing so I could breathe easy?
He checked my cupboard.
Nothing.
DBGFUBGRVTUWEfbg7vqtb v8gt5r87ctrb4o5t89ygvewtfv8o4hy6no8eyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I was already close to tears. There was something on my cupboard or behind it, and I didn't want any bug pulling some insect Paranormal Activity on me while I tried to sleep. Plus it was making SQUEAKING NOISES that for some my dad couldn't hear. Told you I had sensitive hearing.
Finally, finally the damned thing flew out, and it was BIG and BLACK and I was so sure that it was a cockroach that I almost cried tears of relief when it flew to the kitchen. Dad sprayed it with the insecticide till it flew to the dining table and landed on the table, buzzing angrily.
I got a closer look, and felt both saddened and relieved at the same time.
It wasn't a cockroach, but a cicada instead. That explained the squeaking noises.
I was saddened because I actually love the sound that the cicadas make when they sing, and in Japanese culture it is seen as a symbol of reincarnation.
Which made me pretty sad, cos I'd killed (or asked my dad to kill) an insect whose song I enjoyed listening to. But it was a big insect, and it was in my room, and it had to go.
I just couldn't help apologising to it as I watched it struggle to stay alive on that table.
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