Lesson Learned

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.

Lesson learned.

I need to stick with hurting myself as I go forward.

--Mitchell Hegman