So, in case you’re wondering, I got the bad photo software uninstalled, and the good photo software installed, and then I was too tired to fuck around with pictures of the Gang of Two.
They’re still cute.
Anway, I saw a bug. This is not, like, a major event. It was very small; so small it was hard to tell what it was. It was black and somewhat ovoid and it hopped a little like a flea, only it wasn’t a flea because if it was a flea I wouldn’t be calming describing it, I’d be FREAKING OUT.
It was, as I said, miniscule, and hoppy. And in my bathroom, showing very black indeed against the cream tile. So I tried to kill it. (And if you have a soft heart for this sort of thing, keep in mind, in my bathroom. This is a home invasion and I have a right to defend myself. Just saying.)
I reach out with my foot. Hop away. Reach again. Hoppity. Try with my thumb this time. Hop hop hoppity disappear.
So now this is interesting. It knows I’m after it. How does it know? Does it see a shadow? Sense temperature or movement? It’s the size of a pencil erasing, where does it store this sensory system?
Obviously, entymologists know all about these things. I don’t. I have never studied or, indeed, been remotely interested in, little bug brains. But now I am. Because the little bug is outsmarting me. And his little outsmarty brain takes up very little room and in fact is small enough to hide under my tile. Necessitating a future engagement with its little bug brain.
