Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Bath Buddy

Just had myself a pleasant bath, although I did find a dead moth floating in the water while cleaning my feet.  It was a small one, thank goodness. (the moth, I mean.  My bath is medium sized.)  I don’t know how I’d have reacted had it been one of those chickadee-sized buggers bobbing up and down there next to me. 

It was kind of funny, because my initial reaction was to wonder if the thing was already in the bath when I first turned on the water, or did it wind up falling in later on?  Funny because really, what does it matter?

It’s actually sort of sad when you think about it:

—an animal drowning because someone wanted to relax in the tub before lunch—  

You know if I were Hindu, I’d probably have wondered what exactly it did in a previous to deserve such a fate. (literary agent?) But I’m not, so the only thing on my mind at the time was how to get the moth out of the water without actually having to touch the stupid thing.  (I wound up using the spaghetti strainer from the kitchen.  All I can say is thank goodness the Mrs. is at work.)

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