Critters

I should probably blog about something important, like my wedding plans or the insanity at my job. But instead, I want to talk about critters.

First, I love butterflies. Who doesn't? I have fake butterflies pinned up on the walls of my apartment, and they make me so very happy. When the nice photographer who is doing our wedding announcements was asking me what my "style" was, I wasn't sure—Man said butterflies. And he is right.

So I was actually a little bit thrilled when I discovered that the other night when we were saying goodnight on the doorstep and occupied with things other than what was coming in and out the door, a butterfly (well, it's probably a moth) came in and took up residence. The great thing about it is that it attached itself to the wall in very close proximity to the fake butterflies so it blended right in. So cute.

It did leave me wondering what it was going to do for survival, and I made a mental note to check on it in the morning. Of course it was gone by then. Somewhere else inside, I figured. As long as it didn't end up landing on my face while I was sleeping, I wasn't concerned.

Then I found it today. In a spider web. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Anyway, the other thing I have to say about critters is that some people just need to understand that not everyone thinks that their yappy dog who gets excited/angry on a regular basis in the middle of the night (and at various and sundry times of the day) is as cute as they think it is. I want to be a nice neighbor and not go straight to apartment management about it, but how would it look if I showed up in my jammies at 1am and just told them straight up--your dog is keeping me from getting some desperately needed sleep? Let's work on some conflict resolution here.

But I can't think of any good way to ask them to work with me. For now, I'm just praying they move soon, like it seems everyone else in that particular apartment does. People must hate living below me. Maybe it has something to do with how often I drop my liter-sized shampoo bottles while showering. I dunno. And maybe that is just as rude as having a yappy dog. I guess everyone is unintentionally rude sometimes. Even spiders who let butterflies get caught in their webs.