I have a journal on LiveJournal.com. It's restricted and that's where I post most of mundane crap. This journal is accessible to family members and the general public so I don't post here about everything. If you want on my LJ, I'll add you.

That brings me to my point. Recently, LJ has started a daily question to help with writer's block. I'm bringing that question or comment over here so that I am journaling with more regularity and subject matter.

Recount a remarkable incident involving insects.

I have two that spring to mind immediately.

1. When I was 9 I was at Girl Scout camp. We had latrines and they were outhouses. I decided one afternoon to suck it up and go use it. While I was sitting there a wasp or a bee decided my butt cheek was perfect for stinging. I can tell you it hurt like an S.O.B. and I still remember that day vividly.

2. Where I live we city issues these big paper garbage sacks. They come up to my waist. When I was 10 I had one that I was using to make something with. I came home from school and decided to start working on my project. I was wearing these white pants and a pink eyelet shirt that was fitted. I went to grab the bag and a flying tree roach attacked me. It went down my shirt. I started screaming bloody murder. My sister and my aunt were there. Instead of helping me they started laughing. I could not get that shirt off and I needed someone to help me. I was crying and screaming and flopping around. They finally started trying to help me but they were still laughing so hard that it was difficult. That is why I am deathly afraid of roaches. I only recently have been able to kill two that I have found in my shower.