28-11-2024, 06:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 28-11-2024, 06:49 AM by Oh_hunnihunni.)
Last night, happily sitting up in bed with book and remote, herself suddenly got up from my knees and focused on my bedside lamp. I turned my head to spot two extraordinarily long whiskers floating in the air over the edge of the shade, apparently under control rather than just waving in the breeze. So I investigated and discovered one of the biggest wetas I have ever met, one that required a rather large jar and a handy leftover birthday card to shepherd out to freedom in the night air.
How different my reaction has become, since my thirteen year old self waking up at 2am, screaming fit to raise the dead, to brush two of the creatures off my face. Both parents arrived of course, searched the bedroom and pronounced me to be dreaming...
Next morning I opened up the arms of my skirted dresser to find the beasts inside the curtains, more screaming resulted naturally enough. Along with a small sense of pleasure to be proved less inclined to imagine night time monsters invading my dreams.
I have become so much braver in my old age. And kinder. The thought of fly spray didn't even enter my head.
How different my reaction has become, since my thirteen year old self waking up at 2am, screaming fit to raise the dead, to brush two of the creatures off my face. Both parents arrived of course, searched the bedroom and pronounced me to be dreaming...
Next morning I opened up the arms of my skirted dresser to find the beasts inside the curtains, more screaming resulted naturally enough. Along with a small sense of pleasure to be proved less inclined to imagine night time monsters invading my dreams.
I have become so much braver in my old age. And kinder. The thought of fly spray didn't even enter my head.