The First Damage

There were two monsters in the house today. Well, technically yesterday, but I haven't slept yet.

By monsters I mean the usual kind. Smaller than me, more than four legs. One of them even was a moth. I have undergone a lot of therapy to not scream my little head off and go into hysterics at the sight of a common house fly, but part of that therapy was taking solace in the knowledge that I am not required by any law to appreciate creepy-crawlies. Leptidopterans especially hold a very special and dark place in my heart since an episode I'm sure my family would appreciate I didn't share with the internet. I shared it with about fifty people who were very confused at the hollering child in what, objectively speaking, was quite a safe, warm and cozy place.

Boyfriend doesn't like bugs lots, but he doesn't mind them as much as I do. He doesn't even kill them, whereas I go after them with either a heavy shoe or a vacuum turned to full power. So the insects were escorted off the premises without incident. If anything shows up near where I sleep, the neighbours will be woken, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The damage I wreaked (wreaked? wroke? wrecked?) didn't even have anything to do with bugs. It had to do with the little piggy bank I bought today for 30 cents. I wanted someplace to get rid of all the coppers that keep bulking up my wallet. Boyfriend was wondering how we were going to get it out. He turned it upside down and shook it. I reached over to indicate how we could cut a hole in its little belly to facilitate the coin removal, and in the process knocked over my green drinking bottle.

Which landed flip-cap first on the treasure chest Boyfriend built for my twenty-first birthday and dripped water down the gap between our desks. Underneath which Boyfriend's computer stands. Yeah. Boyfriend didn't immediately appreciate me flipping the power switch on the socket box, thereby killing the power to his pc, but he came round rather fast. My laptop was safe on its stand, and there wasn't enough water to reach Boyfriend's keyboard, but the floor was soaked, the treasure chest was bleeding paint onto the white desks and we had to throw out a few soaked papers that had been lying around. We mopped up the water and triple-checked everything before turning the power back on to the sockets.

But my bottle got damaged on the treasure chest's lock. There's a scrape on the flip-top. And now I'm sad, because my perfect bottle is no longer perfect. Boo.