Urban Wildlife

I'm Baaa'ack!

Hi everyone. I'm sorry I kind of dropped off the face of the web there for a while. Things have been ...well...weird lately. I blame the post-holiday blues and life in general for my recent malaise. It's not that there hasn't been stuff to write about ('cause there's lots!) it's just that I haven't been able to gather the energy necessary and/or to concentrate long enough to write anything. I honestly think I was depressed there for a while. No fun at all.


But things are looking up. School started this week and I've already had some interesting classes. I was all prepared for the required Speech 101 class to be a real drag, but the teacher seems great and I think it's going to be a very cool class. I'm such a great big nerd that I think Statistics 225 is actually interesting and I have my first Psychology class this evening, so we'll see how that goes. I'm looking forward to that one a lot. I'm also trying an online Oceanography class. I've never done an online class before so we'll see how that goes. I think if I stay organized and keep track of all my due dates for stuff, I'll be OK.

I'm still adjusting to my new lifestyle as a single gal. I really do like my new apartment and if it's a little lonely at night, at least it's also nice and quiet for studying. I've gotten to decorate with my favorite pictures and whatnot so it feels like my home. I even went out and bought rabbit ear antennas for my TV so I can watch Grey's Anatomy on Thursday nights. I have my cat, Nicodemus, who is always there to say 'meow' rather a lot, actually. And my neighbors seem like nice folks. My amazingly supportive friends come over on the weekends and call me so I'm really a lucky girl.

There is one little area of single life that I am having a hard time with, though - pest control.


The other night I'm curled with my latest Netflix DVD, Veronica Guerin with Cate Blanchet. (amazing film by the way. Highly recommended) and I notice that Nicodemus is really interested in my shoe. Like crouched down on the carpet, tail-twitching interested. This is odd, I think. But then Veronica got attacked by some thug with a gun at her back door, so I left Nic to his own devices. A little while later, the wee beastie pounces on something from across the room and then I notice that he's chewing on something. Something crunchy. Upon closer inspection I see that it's a giant, brown cricket. I'm talking monster squeaker here, people. This thing looks like the Cricket That Time Forgot and it's in my apartment. And my cat is EATING IT! Eeeewwwwww!

I hate bugs. I can handle all manner of mice and rats and even snakes or lizards. I once got a sparrow out of my bedroom at some un-godly hour of the morning. But I draw the line at disease carrying, crunchy creepy-crawlies. In all my years of New York living I never once killed a roach. I had boyfriends come over and do it. I once asked the security guard in my dorm building to come up and deal with a particularly huge flying creature one summer. I don't do bugs.

But apparently my cat does.





<---- See the six-toed feet of cricket immolation!