When insects attack
Something freaky happens every once in a while. And yesterday had me freaked out some.
I was in my room, listening to a bit of trance music. I thought I heard my sister yelling for me, but I figured I must be hearing things, which can happen a lot when I'm listening to music (like I'd think I heard the phone ring, and only when I walked over to it that I realized I was only imagining it).
But anyway, it got louder. So I switched the audio player off, and gawd was my sister sounding frantic. I walked out of my room and was absolutely SHOCKED at what lay before me. Little flying things, possibly thousands of them, all flying about in the TV area. The place was SWARMING with them.
You probably think, "cheh, little flying things only ma, they are found almost everywhere." But think. It was really late at night, and the windows were already all closed. I have no idea where they came from. My sister told me later, that she was on the computer right, and there were a few flying about her, but she brushed them off, thinking they must be those darned mosquitoes. Then when she finally decided to move her neck muscles a little and turned her head to the right, she realized the whole place was swarming with them. And no, they were not mosquitoes, much larger in fact. There were already up to 20 of them standing, or sticking, to the chair she was on. Eew.
My sister was screaming frantically, because she was stuck. There was no way she could get out of there without going through that whole mess of those things. Mess, is an understatement. There was so many of them flying so thickly, wall would be a better word.
So my mom got up, and being the brave, gung-ho woman that she is, she went in there with nothing more than a can of insect spray. And oh boy did she spray. She sprayed until every single one of those darned things fell dead. And when that finally did happen, the floor was covered with them. Dead insect thingies. Really, it was one of the most freaky sights. I would've gotten it on camera, if only it weren't already stolen. And cellphone cameras couldn't capture it clearly.
Needless to say, my sister couldn't sleep after that whole ordeal. Imagine la, sitting there on this chair covered in insect things, in a room full of insect thingies, and not knowing it, still blissfully clicking away at the computer. Urgh.
I was in my room, listening to a bit of trance music. I thought I heard my sister yelling for me, but I figured I must be hearing things, which can happen a lot when I'm listening to music (like I'd think I heard the phone ring, and only when I walked over to it that I realized I was only imagining it).
But anyway, it got louder. So I switched the audio player off, and gawd was my sister sounding frantic. I walked out of my room and was absolutely SHOCKED at what lay before me. Little flying things, possibly thousands of them, all flying about in the TV area. The place was SWARMING with them.
You probably think, "cheh, little flying things only ma, they are found almost everywhere." But think. It was really late at night, and the windows were already all closed. I have no idea where they came from. My sister told me later, that she was on the computer right, and there were a few flying about her, but she brushed them off, thinking they must be those darned mosquitoes. Then when she finally decided to move her neck muscles a little and turned her head to the right, she realized the whole place was swarming with them. And no, they were not mosquitoes, much larger in fact. There were already up to 20 of them standing, or sticking, to the chair she was on. Eew.
My sister was screaming frantically, because she was stuck. There was no way she could get out of there without going through that whole mess of those things. Mess, is an understatement. There was so many of them flying so thickly, wall would be a better word.
So my mom got up, and being the brave, gung-ho woman that she is, she went in there with nothing more than a can of insect spray. And oh boy did she spray. She sprayed until every single one of those darned things fell dead. And when that finally did happen, the floor was covered with them. Dead insect thingies. Really, it was one of the most freaky sights. I would've gotten it on camera, if only it weren't already stolen. And cellphone cameras couldn't capture it clearly.
Needless to say, my sister couldn't sleep after that whole ordeal. Imagine la, sitting there on this chair covered in insect things, in a room full of insect thingies, and not knowing it, still blissfully clicking away at the computer. Urgh.
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