Another cool morning, I had little trouble getting myself out the door by 7:20 AM. It was a nice run, longer than yesterday but nothing to go on and on about. I am a perpetual beginner when it comes to running, in a cycle of sorts…building up, getting distracted, building up, getting distracted. I don’t expect to be a particularly notable runner, I am not a particularly good athlete but I would like to level out the start ups and slow downs. It’s a mental thing.
On another note, I discovered a bug in the house when I returned from the run. I was leaning over a chair to open the blinds and caught movement on the floor below. The room was pretty dark but I made out the shape of a bug, a really big, ugly bug. Until this moment, my knowledge of monster bugs has been limited to exotic creatures pinned to mount boards. But this bug was clearly alive, on his back, legs flailing in the air. My stomach dropped, we both can’t stay in the house. What am I going to do now??!
Immediately I called John at work. Yeah, what is he going to do from the lab but dish out this sage piece of advice, “put a glass over it and I will take care of it when I get home.” Covering this bug with a glass is not going to get rid of the bug but since there was zero chance of me doing it, I did as he suggested and covered it with a plastic see-through cup. Every time I went in the room, I checked on the monster bug. Around mid-afternoon I thought he might be dead but by the time John got home, he was kicking again. You gotta admire a persistent bug.
John scooped him into the cup and headed outside. At this point I wasn’t sure whether this was a catch and release story or the big splat. I grabbed the camera and John released him on the porch. We tried to take some photos but the bug was wasting no time putting some distance between us and him. We (John) finally put him into a hosta garden and we laughed about bringing him home from Iceland. No way he could have crawled in our suitcase….could he?
A quarter for size comparison
The great escape
