Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Shmondering
I should be concentrating on punching out the names and numbers, huddling over the keyboard in preoccupation.
But I stare at him in fascination.
Slowly, he raises his leg. Inches ever so gently to the left. Then, the other leg.
I back away slowly - holding my breath - to give him his space. I debate clumsily in my head whether I should make a move or to continue observing him from a distance.
The soft rattling of the keyboard is just enough to catch his attention. I flinch half in fear and half in exasperation for his next step.
To my surprise (and amusement), he began dancing around. Or perhaps it was because one leg was shorter than the other, he kept on going in circles. I think he pretended not to notice my existence, but it was enough to disrupt my concentration.
Finally, I had it with this tit-for-tat. I was ready to break the balance.
I carefully took the piece of paper, walked to the door, and threw the stinkbug outside.
But I stare at him in fascination.
Slowly, he raises his leg. Inches ever so gently to the left. Then, the other leg.
I back away slowly - holding my breath - to give him his space. I debate clumsily in my head whether I should make a move or to continue observing him from a distance.
The soft rattling of the keyboard is just enough to catch his attention. I flinch half in fear and half in exasperation for his next step.
To my surprise (and amusement), he began dancing around. Or perhaps it was because one leg was shorter than the other, he kept on going in circles. I think he pretended not to notice my existence, but it was enough to disrupt my concentration.
Finally, I had it with this tit-for-tat. I was ready to break the balance.
I carefully took the piece of paper, walked to the door, and threw the stinkbug outside.
// posted by sakit @ 11:49 AM 
