There’s been a lot of rain this year. An almost biblical deluge. As a consequence certain insects and arthropods are thriving. Mosquitoes (several stories here) and slugs to name but a few. The cabbage patch (or rather what is left of it) long since devoured by the joint forces of Sluggo and Caterpillro is but a shade of it’s former self and it seems I discover a new bite on my personage daily.

I have two bites that are really itching at the moment. One on my throat, the other on my knee and Mrs Gnomepants has at least two on her ankle. Little flying bastards they are.

Furthermore, the increase in insects includes moths. I’ve never seen so many beautiful moths this side of a museum case. Moths don’t really bother me, I think they’re some of the most beautiful creatures on Earth. However a certain Yoda Cat and a Mrs Mop now have a new routine and hobby. At about 9pm the two moggies sit in the back bedroom where the little window doesn’t shut properly and look longingly at it. The same room houses the computer and, frequently, nocturnal surfing is disrupted by stunt cat antics as the two moggies run round the room jumping up and trying to catch the poor moths. Once caught they are swiftly devoured. The moths that is, not the cats.

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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