o/~ The Hills are Alive...
Jun. 2nd, 2003 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolphins_log...And they're Coming Towards Me. o/~
The caterpillars are on the march. The trees behind our shop at work are completely stripped. There are large brown patches on the trunks that shift and ripple. There is a rustling in the grass, and the walls of our building are covered with little brown furry worms. We pluck them off of the rose bush each morning. Each morning there are more and more.
The parking lot? Carnage man! It's Carnage!! The staff does a dance simmelar to the "Doggie Doo Doo Hop", only it's not dog feces they are dodging. And they aren't dodging them, man! There is a popping and spitting noise as the crew step over the pavement. It's like a kid with a sheet of bubble wrap. We're going to have to wring out the door mat by the end of the week. Carnage!
I have nightmares of disappearing under a carpet of crawly prickly brown tentacles. Aaaeeeeiii!
And the caterpillar march has just begun. They aren't all out of the trees yet. After the march we have a few days peace. Then comes the air attack. They have no direction other then the nearest light. They swarm about, protecting the glow like a jealous cat protecting a freshly caught mouse. They block the light like a total eclipse of the Sun. Get anywhere near and they careen off your face like so tiny bats, leaving the dust of their wings all over your skin and in the air you breathe.
The next morning their spent bodies cover the deck under the house lights, or hang from the window screens where they've attached themselves to die in the morning sun. And as you sweep them away the broom gets clogged with their chrysalis shells.
By Late summer the attack will be over, but beware...
They come in two year cycles.
Caterpillar March II! Coming the spring of 2004!
Aaaaaeeiiiiii!
The caterpillars are on the march. The trees behind our shop at work are completely stripped. There are large brown patches on the trunks that shift and ripple. There is a rustling in the grass, and the walls of our building are covered with little brown furry worms. We pluck them off of the rose bush each morning. Each morning there are more and more.
The parking lot? Carnage man! It's Carnage!! The staff does a dance simmelar to the "Doggie Doo Doo Hop", only it's not dog feces they are dodging. And they aren't dodging them, man! There is a popping and spitting noise as the crew step over the pavement. It's like a kid with a sheet of bubble wrap. We're going to have to wring out the door mat by the end of the week. Carnage!
I have nightmares of disappearing under a carpet of crawly prickly brown tentacles. Aaaeeeeiii!
And the caterpillar march has just begun. They aren't all out of the trees yet. After the march we have a few days peace. Then comes the air attack. They have no direction other then the nearest light. They swarm about, protecting the glow like a jealous cat protecting a freshly caught mouse. They block the light like a total eclipse of the Sun. Get anywhere near and they careen off your face like so tiny bats, leaving the dust of their wings all over your skin and in the air you breathe.
The next morning their spent bodies cover the deck under the house lights, or hang from the window screens where they've attached themselves to die in the morning sun. And as you sweep them away the broom gets clogged with their chrysalis shells.
By Late summer the attack will be over, but beware...
They come in two year cycles.
Caterpillar March II! Coming the spring of 2004!
Aaaaaeeiiiiii!
