So I head home after the whole 'watching Blair Witch/ranting about my issues on the internet' thing last night at Dan's, and apparently I've now got a bug infestation. I don't know if I left a window open and they got inside that way, or what, but I come inside and find four or five of those stick-bugs just hanging out on my kitchen counter. I got rid of them, only to find more in and around several of the potted plans I keep in the house. One of the plants had been picked almost bare by the little bastards.
I'm not an expert on bugs by any means, but I'm not sure if these are poisonous or if they just happen to come in contact with some nasty stuff, but I don't want them around my house. Molly, my Australian Shepherd, ate one of them and got sick. She's doing okay now, but I'd rather not let that happen again. That, and I don't want them eating all of my plants. I'm gonna see if I can get someone to come out and do something about them.
On an unrelated note, Dan is 'proud' of me for 'opening up' about the night terrors. He's of the opinion that talking about them openly is going to help me work through them, and I'm of the opinion that if talking about them on the internet gets him to stop telling me to do it, I might as well do it.
We also talked about my post the other night, the one with the guy messing with me in the woods. I'd rather spend some time at some other trails, but Dan says I should go back to that trail and see if I can get a recording of whoever that was, on the off-chance that they're there the next time I go. Says it'll make for a creepy soundbite if I can get any of it on tape. I dunno. My phone has a recording function, so if I head back out there and they do it again, I'll try to record it, but I'm not making any promises.
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