Hatching out

The photo is just before I went to bed a couple nights ago. I was still alone here at the moomin at that point. I looked out the back window and all of these harmless little bugs were congregated there trying to get to the light I guess. Around this time every summer, we get a hatch like this and sometimes when I arrive in the kitchen in the morning, they are plastered all over the side of the refrigimatator with a bunch of dead ones in the sink. Their life span is very short.

This happens because the back door doesn’t usually shut unless you pull it shut. Unless it slams itself but that’s a whole ‘nother thing and it hasn’t done that this summer. Yet.

Our day began with coffee and a wee brek on the deck, then a mega-grock run to Meijer by three badass women. We had three carts and I think we all had so much stuff that we went through staffed checkout lines this time. I usually do the uscan but I am not crazy. Alas, something not fun was going on in the line I was in. The cashier seemed to be having a conflict with a couple other employees and I couldn’t tell if she was crying at the end or what. Ugh.

Eventually we all reconvened out at Cygnus. After an afternoon of making corn chowder (mouse) and eggplant parmesan (meeee), I was getting ready to head to the beach when the Mean Old Grunchie Old Grinch appeared. We fed him corn chowder and eventually dinner. We ended the evening with the next door cousins visiting the deck and that’s about all I have for tonight. I MUST get to bed SOON! Typos and other writing weirdness be damned.

One Response to “Hatching out”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Bugs! I wouldn’t like them inside but outside is fine.