Friday, July 29, 2011
Defense Against the Dark Arts
I'm not the only person who is experiencing a summer of Great Discontent. Just sayin'. I've heard from a handful of others who are doing their best to be cheerful, as my friend Elizabeth wisely advises, even while they (we) navigate our way through fields of spiritual quicksand. Bloody hell.
My determination to put one foot in front of the other, without sinking, is formidable. Not only personal revelations about my terrible, awful, horrid marriage threaten to trip me up, but I continue to experience situations here at the chateau that require me to defend my space. For instance, yesterday I killed (don't want to exaggerate) ... mmm ... something like 200 black flies. The influx of buzzy dudes was so intense I pulled everything away from every space where they might be entering (all around the windows, I discovered) and coated every crack with a virulent bug killer. I know, I know ... poison is bad. However, in a situation like yesterday's, when it's me against the fly hordes, I choose my weapons carefully, ruthlessly you might say.
At first, I was swatting, then carefully picking up each individual fly, after which I cleaned the surface upon which it fell with my trusty Mrs. Meyers all purpose cleaner. Later in the battle, there were so many, all I could do to keep up was swat furiously. This morning the battlefield of my apartment is strewn with black dots everywhere. I have to work today but tonight when I get home I'll hoover up the fallen, clean thoroughly so as to make sure I remove all fly carcasses, fly bits and bad energy.
Before Rat, this fly influx would have been quite horrifying to me, but at this point, I find it merely annoying. I saw a few living flies this morning, but they were sluggish and could easily be swatted. The poison is doing its job. I will prevail.
Sometimes I have a romantic fantasy about living out in the country, but based on my encounters with the Wild Kingdom this spring/summer, that dream has fallen by the wayside. What's good about the natural world is very good. What's bad is truly awful. Heavy sigh. 'Scuse me now while I swat two of three of them. Did I mention that flip flops are excellent fly swatters? They really are.