I do believe I’ve found the perfect anger/aggression outlet for me. It is the bug zapper. I sit in one of the dining room chairs with my pink bug zapper and zap gnats that fly to the French doors.
When I want to relax, I head outside with Charlie and dead-head the petunias. I can completely zone out while doing this. When I go back inside I’m sure my blood pressure has gone down a couple of notches.
I just let my mind drift and pluck the spent flowers.
Yesterday I sat next to the French doors eating a pimento cheese sandwich with one hand and had the bug zapper in the other while watching for gnats flying to the squared windows.
Sometimes the panes are a little problematic. Not a lot of space to get my tennis racket looking zapper inside of. But I manage.
Oh, when the zapper lights up and makes that zapping sound and I know another gnat has bit the dust, it makes me unreasonably happy. I know that sounds a bit perverse.
I bought mine on Amazon.com some years ago. So I looked there and found one similar to mine. And there’s two in the pack. Double the bug-killing fun!
I do not know where these gnats come from, but they are hideous and I hate them. Just now one attempted to fly up my left nostril. That is way, way beyond the limits of acceptance in my home. Simply beyond the pale.
In a few minutes I’ll have to wake Charlie boy, who is sleeping at the foot of the recliner, and go get my zapper. I’ll sit there in my red chair and wait for that little sucker to come to the light.
“Come to the light, nasty disgusting gnat… Mama is waiting for you…”
Charlie does not like the zapper. He’s afraid of it. I wish I could make him understand that the zapper kills the dreaded gnats that are the bane of his existence.
Ivy would normally be after them, but she’s had her meal and is off napping somewhere. Sleeping on the job, as it were. Ivy picks and chooses her hours of engagement in our quest to rid ourselves of flying insects.
Ah, I didn’t even have to get up to find her. I temporarily put a pet bed on the floor behind my chair and I can’t move it now because Ivy frequently takes up residence on it. Funny how cats are about claiming something.
Yesterday I received a box of two containers of kitty litter from Chewys.com. Ivy loves the box and is in and out of that box playing. Sometimes she amuses herself by just jumping over it again and again.
I have Charlie’s most expensive heart medication on auto order at Chewys.com.
Along with the meds, I figured I’d need two containers of kitty litter a month, so I added that to the auto order last time.
But when I took the two new containers to the kitty closet, I noticed that there are already two unopened containers of kitty litter in there. So I’ll have to take it off auto order or I’ll be inundated with them.
I don’t actually need to have 80 pounds of kitty litter sitting around. Or stumbling over.
Okay, this gnat has tried my patience beyond the breaking point. It flew right in front of this laptop and I made the mistake of clapping my hands, hoping I smashed it.
I forgot that the clapping of hands frightens Charlie even more than the sight of the gnat itself.
So I will have to get up now and go to my post beside the French doors where every gnat eventually lands.
“Come, come, stupid irritating little gnat. Mama is waiting…”
Ah, that instant shot of dopamine to the brain when the zapper connects is pure bliss.