I soaked in the hot tub early this morning—long before the sun shark-finned along the Big Belt Mountains to our east. A tiny see-through-type winged insect floated up to my left hand as I relaxed in the steamy water. The bug appeared to be a goner. I swept the bug up out of the water with my index finger.
Before we finish talking about the bug, I need to share a couple facts about me, some of which you may not care to know.
For one thing, I don’t wear underwear. This, plus a zipper, can be problematic. These days, I tend to favor button up pants.
I once hit myself in the head with my own hammer. That was an accident, I assure you.
I also stabbed myself in the ass with a fillet knife. Another accident.
I sometimes do stupid things on purpose. I give you, for example, the time I tried to jump my motorcycle over a roadway. Let’s just go with splat for an ending there.
The big thing is this: I often learn my lessons by doing the wrong things first. This is where the little insect returns to my blog. As I lifted the insect from the water with my index finger, I thought to myself, “I wonder if I can revive this fella with chest pumps?”
I tried to work the bug between my index finger and the pinky finger from my other hand.
The fact that insects don’t exactly have a chest as we know it complicated my procedure right from the start. And this little bug was particularly soft. The rescue process got kind of squishy and ugly. I think we should leave the subject with that.
I need to stick with hurting myself as I go forward.