I'm not good with unexpected insects.
If I can creep up on a bee, that's fine. If it creeps up on me, I panic.

Which was unehlpful, just today, when I was walking through Hyde Park at about 3.30pm. I had my iPod on, my camera in hand (yeah, as I typed that I have just realised how pervy it sounds, I am not the creepy one in this story, I promise) and was heading in the vague direction of the big wheel they appear to be building for some reason, when somthing landed on my arm. I jumped, swatted at it and it moved further down my arm. I started flapping at it and dropped my iPod on the floor while the creept thing landed on the back of my hand and I freaked out some more, jumping backwards trying to shake it off so vigourously that my glasses fell off too. All I could see was the green and white blur on my hand until my flapping and slapping finally knocked it to the floor where I repeatedly stamped on whatever godforsaken creature it was.

I scrambled around to get my glasses and the vague pink blobs I could see around me came into sharp focus as the faces of people looking in my direction and laughing. So with as much remaining dignity as I could muster, I, sweating, shaking and a little bit ashamed, picked up my iPod and went back to look at the remains of my foe. To see whatever this weird green and white flappy, sticky, determined creature had been.

And, trodden and scuffed into the ground, I saw...

...the sticker they had made me wear to show I was part of the tour of Lord's that I'd been on earlier.

I am pathetic.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 21:03, Reply)