Some of the odd ramblings of my brain...

I was talking on the phone with a friend, regaling her with funny little blurbs about the new kitten in my house, when something struck me.
Kittens are to cats what a new pot smoker is to an experienced one. Both of the young ones have all kinds of toys to play with, they lord over them, show them off and hide them oh so carefully from everybody they don't want to find them. When they get a bit of catnip they both like to secretly preen (or not so secretly) over it and horde it, saving it and savoring it, it's like you can see the thoughts in bubbles, "Oh! New stuff! This is *my* stuff! I will do this part now, save this for later, this one is for rolling around in and this one I will simply sniff for a while!"
Mature cats and pot smokers tend to have just one favorite toy and don't pay much attention to the new flashy ones. They also could give a fig less about playing with the stash, instead prefering to just do it and then walk away until they want more.
I am oddly tempted to name the kitten something very inappropriate because of this conversation though.

Zombies...

Yes, I am prepared in case of a zombie outbreak. I have supplies in the pantry closet, I have learned how to plyboard a window and I have an emergency escape route to the closest gun shop to avail myself of their firepower if needed. I know to avoid medical studies that have anything referencing a "T-Virus". I will not succumb to the zombie hordes, nevah!

However, I wasn't aware until I moved to Texas that zombies already exist. Really.

In the form of very disarmingly pretty dragonflies. The first large thunderstorm we had I went outside to watch, enjoy, make "Pew-pew!" noises at the sky..the basic *Double Thunderstorm Whoooaaa!* reaction to someone who hadn't lived in one in years.

After the light and sound show provided by the sky has stopped, I looked at my usually innocent tree branches. Normally they provide a little shade and mainly just leaves, but after tthe storm I saw this.



(Dragonfly may not really represent actual size. No, really.)


Seriously I sat there for a while going "Wow, big dragonfly."

Then, "Wait it's not moving!"

And, "well it's possibly dead"

But the dead dragonfly on the tree sat there for three days in what I thought was a partial discomposing state.
Three. Days. Without movement.

I wondered when it would dry up/fall off/break apart, I even debated using it as a feline tormenting tool (i.e. cat toy)with fond dreams of marketing it for use all over (Dead Thing on a String! Get your cat one today!). Then, as I watched, it came back to life!

I saw the wings move, slowly, the little dragonfly face turned towards me and in my *head* it looked like this...



Seriously, no joke, came back to a reanimated state and I swear for the next three days I kept peeking out there and seeing it. Each time with a more vacant stare and what appeared to be....brains.




The little bugger would *not* go, I swear I heard a tiny little bugvoice whispering, "Braaaaaaiiiinnnnnsssssss" each time I checked to see if it went away.

It went on for day, I kept calling a friend and going over the possibilities, could it get inside, was it simply there to freak me out and gain intelligence for the zombie dragonfly hordes, will it *ever* die?

One morning I went and and poof, it was gone, thankfully gone.

Then it hit me....all it did was move. Now I had no idea where the zombie dragonfly was.

So be careful, it's still out there. Somewhere.

On the list of most likely things

This will most likely wind up being an odd slice out my pie of life. Knowing myself well enough to understand that slice is like the first one out of the pan, kind of crumbling, mushy and dripping around the edges, a few cracks from trying to get it out nicely and having it completely fall into sections and then coated with ice cream and/or whipped cream to make sure it doesn't look to bad.

Ah, life, kids work and a warped sense of humor.

Now off to do the traditional hunting aisles of the store for food to bring home and roast over an electric stove.