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(Dear Plant) You Look Ugly But I Think I Can Live With You

Mysterious Plant

I woke up this morning and realized that nature has delivered a plant to me.

Last night, I had a great dream.  Not the type that I could remember in detail.  But one that has such great sense of freedom.  Like nothing else matters.  Cool wind on my face.  In fact, I could breath the freshness.  I could feel the freshness.  The kind of tingling feeling that made the dream as real as it could get.  A similar experience when I visited the 3D theater inside Hong Kong Disneyland Resort.  Donald Duck and the splashing of water, towards the end of the show.  Cool air blowing inside the theater.  Water sprinkled onto the audience cued perfectly with the short clip.  And in this great dream of mine, right before I woke up in the middle of the night, I felt that I was watching my dream, inside a theater, with all these props there to make my dream more realistic.  But why?

I opened my eyes.  Water dripping from my air-conditioner splashed onto my face.  A splash of water on my wireless phone next to my bed, a splash of water on my library book, on my pillow, my bolster, and my face.

This morning, I examined the air-conditioner trying to see what has gone wrong.  Is it something I can fix?  My air-conditioner looks normal.  Except, water dripping from within.

I traced the water exhaust pipe, from the blower, through the wall, to the condenser, outside my window.  I opened my curtain …

… and got a shock!  I saw a plant outside my window!  Right inside the concrete tray that keeps my condenser in place.  Feeding on the water coming from my air conditioner.

A plant!  Not a tiny one.  But a sizable one that defies all hostile conditions.  Where does it come from?  Was it there all these while?  Or it exists after I have made an observation?  Stardust.  A baby appears at my doorstep.  I thought of that movie when I saw this mysterious plant.

I do not have any plant or pet living in my home until now.  This plant that comes from nowhere looks ugly.  But I think I can live with it.

Last night before I went to bed, I was worried that I may momentarily run out of things to write.  This morning I woke up and realized that nature has delivered a story to me.

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Mysteries

Strange Bug Mystery Partially Resolved

A while ago I have posted my strange bug attack experience. This morning, when I opened the cupboard that is above my kitchen table-top, I was shocked by the sight of a bug infested flour packet. No wonder I kept on finding dead bug on my table-top!

Yuck!

But how did the first bug find this packet of flour? Why were there so many dead bugs just right underneath the packet? What exactly was killing the bugs? Old age? Thirst? I have no idea and I don’t want to know.

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Mysteries

Strange Bug Attack

These days, I have discovered that are quite a number of black-coloured-hard-shell-round-shaped-slow-flying inserts found dead on my kitchen table-top.

At first I found it wierd to see a number of these inserts upside down, moving, as though they are struggling for air or something. A slow tortured death. Then I see the pattern of these inserts just fall down from the sky (or the ceiling to be more correct) and land right in front of me. More so nowadays, they fly right in front of me waiting for me to squash them dead. And I have not failed in squashing each and every one that appeared right in front of my eyes. They are just slow. Evolution should have wipped them off the planet. Nature’s loop hole it is. I never had luck in squashing flies. Sometimes mosquitoes. But these black fellows. Not a problem.

Questions in my mind are: (1) where do they come from? where is the nest? (2) why do they want to die on top of my kitchen table-top? is it because of the chemical I used to clean the top that is killing them? (3) what do they want from me? (4) how to make them disappear from my home?

If anyone know the answers to the above, please let me know. There are just too many of these dead inserts around me right now.