i've ordered a book from amazon, and it's due to come in the mail any day now. sweetness, because i almost never get packages, and this one is extra-nifty besides. is a book i met way back in the oak park public libray... it's name is "jane asher's fancy dress: 100 costumes for children and adults" or something near that. is an awesome book of costumes, turning people into scorpions and flowers in flowerpots with indistinct yellow faces. it has terry jones in it with a costume of his own creation, a "sex object" - this weird amorphous blob. i think there were a few other famous people in there too. but the costumes are the important bit, and they're exceedingly cool.
o yeah - and the book cost me all of six dollars and somethingorother cents, including shipping. go me!
also, it looks like our apartment's ant problem is just about over. up until now i've been storing all our cereal and cookies and other such non-sealed food items in the refrigerator, but i'm beginnig to relax just a tiny bit. my generic-brand honey nut cheerios. are now siting on top of the refrigerator, and still no ants have shown up. so i'm starting to look forward to getting to eat not-cold and not-even-a-little-bit-freezer-burned nilla wafers someday soon.
i'm still a bit paranoid, though... in my childhood, i remember the month that out pantry got infested with tiny little flea bugs. they lived in the cereal. back then, i ate rice krispies every day with loads of sugar on them, and i noticed the few tiny little jumping insects among the snap, crackle and pop. (i've noticed that i notice a disproportionate number of things. probably stems from being quiet and all.) i told my mom about it, but she didn't believe me and made me keep eating cereal every morning. every morning while i sat at breakfast i thought about the little fleas living in the rice krispies, and how every time i ate a bowl of it i was eating baby flea eggs, entire nations and generations of fleas were being chewed up in my mouth and flowing dying into my gullet carried by a stream of white milk.
i stoped eating rice krispies and started trying new kinds of cereal, but despite my best efforts to avoid them there were always little tiny jumping fleas that my mother made me eat. i think they migrated from one box of cereal to another. i picked at my cereal in the mornings and watched them and tried to get away with dumping my bowl down the kitchen sink when no one was looking.
finally, about a month or so later, my mom looked into her own bowl of cereal one day and noticed the fleas struggling in the milk and said, "wow, you're right!" this after i'd been trying desperately to convince her for days and days and been forced against my will to eat civilizations of insects. so we tossed out all the cereal in our pantry and made a fresh start, and i learned not to rely on my parents. whoo first early steps towards independence! even afterwards, i saw ghost fleas in any ceral i ate for weeks.
o yeah - and the book cost me all of six dollars and somethingorother cents, including shipping. go me!
also, it looks like our apartment's ant problem is just about over. up until now i've been storing all our cereal and cookies and other such non-sealed food items in the refrigerator, but i'm beginnig to relax just a tiny bit. my generic-brand honey nut cheerios. are now siting on top of the refrigerator, and still no ants have shown up. so i'm starting to look forward to getting to eat not-cold and not-even-a-little-bit-freezer-burned nilla wafers someday soon.
i'm still a bit paranoid, though... in my childhood, i remember the month that out pantry got infested with tiny little flea bugs. they lived in the cereal. back then, i ate rice krispies every day with loads of sugar on them, and i noticed the few tiny little jumping insects among the snap, crackle and pop. (i've noticed that i notice a disproportionate number of things. probably stems from being quiet and all.) i told my mom about it, but she didn't believe me and made me keep eating cereal every morning. every morning while i sat at breakfast i thought about the little fleas living in the rice krispies, and how every time i ate a bowl of it i was eating baby flea eggs, entire nations and generations of fleas were being chewed up in my mouth and flowing dying into my gullet carried by a stream of white milk.
i stoped eating rice krispies and started trying new kinds of cereal, but despite my best efforts to avoid them there were always little tiny jumping fleas that my mother made me eat. i think they migrated from one box of cereal to another. i picked at my cereal in the mornings and watched them and tried to get away with dumping my bowl down the kitchen sink when no one was looking.
finally, about a month or so later, my mom looked into her own bowl of cereal one day and noticed the fleas struggling in the milk and said, "wow, you're right!" this after i'd been trying desperately to convince her for days and days and been forced against my will to eat civilizations of insects. so we tossed out all the cereal in our pantry and made a fresh start, and i learned not to rely on my parents. whoo first early steps towards independence! even afterwards, i saw ghost fleas in any ceral i ate for weeks.
iamsynn:
I think I would be throughly traumatized from such rice krispies incident. Now that i think about it i had some for breakfast, but I dont think mine had any cereal fleas in it.