Just ate a bug.
I’m sat outside, with my coffee – reading and reach for my cup and … ate a bug.
Then I looked up (after not so delicately thrusting my finger in my mouth to fish out the foreign coffee additive) and suddenly felt very lonely.
I don’t do ‘lonely’.
I like my own company.
So let me tell you, this feeling was quite a surprise to me!
From spitting out an unidentified flying protein, to contemplating my shelf life.
Just. Like. That.
Ms. Independent will be Ms. Depends.
Tutting at ‘those kids today’ and shuffling around in house slippers.
Probably eating bugs and not even realizing it.
Good news is I’m good at ‘alone’.
Earlier a THUD came from my bedroom. Without even thinking about it, I calmly got up and went to investigate.
It’s seriously ridiculous how unafraid I am of bumps in the night. I’d make for a boring horror movie.
They’d start the ‘increasingly intense’ music, pan to me rolling my eyes and lazily getting up to check out the threat.
“Cut! Can you try to look concerned?”
“Yeah – sure.” *Sigh*
“ANNNND – ACTION!”
Thud. Eyeroll. Feigned mild concern.
Maybe it’s because I know monsters don’t live in the dark – and that people who mean you harm don’t wait for you to turn out the lights …
Or maybe, it’s because I’ve vanquished so many monsters that the only things that alarm me are bugs in my coffee – and the prospect of depends.