i want to say "remorse is eating my soul like a caterpillar in a cabbage!" but that would not be true in the least.

and while we're on the subject of creeping things, su-lin is very funny.

su-lin: minzhi minzhi minzhi there was a very long very skinny very shiny worm and and it touched me!
su-lin: as in
su-lin: i moved
su-lin: and i felt it
me: what colour is it
su-lin: and oh oh
su-lin: i am very freaked
su-lin: black
su-lin: my dad's dealing with it
me: does it have legs
su-lin: it was very *long*


i disapprove of asking men to dispose of bugs and things. men inevitably stamp on them or whack them with rolled-up newspapers or do something bloodthirsty, remember von and his rat and pouring all that bleach and hot water down drains? (hm. my own grandfather used to throw basins of hot water at lizards, and in his day, i was told, there was not the shadow of a flicker of a lizard's tail. now my mild and unbloodthirsty pa is the head of the household and the lizards cavort all night long.) this is why i always remove them myself, scooping them up and letting them go in the garden. you can't have bats in the tree and no lizards in the house. bats are not prettier or more useful than lizards.