Friday, August 21, 2009
Sometimes a vivid imagination is a curse
I have a phobia-I do not like buzzing insects. Years ago I got a bite from a mosquito and my arm swelled up very badly and got infected. The treatment at the doc's was not very pleasant and since then I've been very wary of anything that buzzes and comes near me. Bees are okay though - I like them and they look like velvet. Wasps are evil - I hate them. Mosquitoes are the worst of all.
I have a net screen at my window so that things can't come in at night - but the funny thing is that they sometimes do. I don't know if they use magic or something but the other night I was sure there was something buzzing near me once I'd put the light out.
So I waited for Mr FF to drift off, whilst flapping my arms around so that nothing could settle on them and then put the light on and scrutinised the room - every inch of it - with both bichons in their baskets nearby watching me wondering if it was already time to get up for breakfast. I couldn't see anything but I knew it was there.
It is odd how much noise you can hear when there is no noise. We have a huge buddleia bush outside the window and you can often hear midnight buzzes around that, that is what I tried to convince myself that it was. But then I felt myself being bitten - well I thought I did; I could have sworn something landed on me. So I put the light back on but there was no red mark. I gave it a scratch anyway though and put some anti-bite cream on just in case. By now it was about 2am.
So the light went back off; I lay there hearing imaginery buzzing and feeling very anxious. the next thing it was 6am and Poppy bichon was waking me up for her brekkie and toilet ritual - Misty the sleepier bichon not far behind. Me very tired and grumpy. But not bitten.