Blog Number 211

Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.

The wife and I were able to catch a late afternoon nap yesterday (thanks Mom!) so we were up late last night.  We were watching an old Ellen DeGeneres stand up special on YouTube.  It was conveniently cut up into 7 parts (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7).  While we were watching (and laughing until we cried), we noticed a small bug making his way across our dining room floor.  It was heading from the direction of our bedroom toward the kitchen.  From a bug's point of view this must have been quite a journey (the human equivalent of several miles I would guess).  As we watched him make his journey, we both noted that we had not really seen any live bugs while living in this apartment but since our cat was still back in Indiana and since our cat took care of any bugs then we agreed that this is why the bug was still alive.  I then suggested that he was some sort of scout bug sent on a mission.  I theorized that it had been many generations since a bug from his tribe had journeyed to the promised land (a.k.a. the kitchen).  It must have been quite an honor for him to have been selected (or perhaps he drew the short straw - I could also envision a long, horizontal line of bugs and the bug commander asking for a volunteer bug to step forward and then the entire tribe [except for this unfortunate bug] taking a step back).  Whatever reason it was, he was the lone bug on this mission.  I wondered if this was an honor for him or he saw it as more of a duty.  Perhaps he was trying to impress some lady bug back at base camp.  After we discussed this for a short period of time, I grabbed a Kleenex and scooped him up and sent him to the great (literally) trash can in the sky.  I wondered then what his final thoughts were.  Maybe in generations (or month's) past, there were those who survived the cat and made it back to warn the others.  I am sure they embellished the truth so make themselves look good in front of the other bugs.  The bug that made his way across our floor was probably on the lookout for a giant, furry creature with no claws.  A giant white blanket (Kleenex) probably was the furthest thing from his mind and even after he saw it coming, he probably did not even think it was dangerous.  I doubt if many bugs make it back after being attacked by the giant white blanket.  Oh, it might be a myth from 100 generations ago (when the previous renters were in this apartment, renters who were not as adept with the Kleenex as I).  The myth might suggest the blanket of doom but today's younger generations of bugs pay no attention to such wild tales of the ancient bugs.  This bug however, should have listened to the tales.

Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.

Jon