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from pink to purple

While I was shaving off the candyfloss fuzz, a silverfish ran across the floor. Caught in a flurry of fluff it froze, and as I passed the clippers over and over, hanks of bleach-dried hair the colour of burnt coconut cream raining down around it, I wondered if they followed scent-trails, like ants do. It seemed unlikely; silverfish are astonishingly primitive, fragments from an unimaginable prehistory, tiny dinosaurs that slithered off the Burgess Shale and onto your kitchen floor. They probably can't even smell; certainly they're unsophisticated compared to most insects. I cut it far too short, down to soft pinkish fuzz that'll make people glance twice to check there's hair there at all, but once you've hit a guard-level there's nothing for it but to cut it all down to smooth. While I was checking for tufts in the glass door (the most convenient mirror in the kitchen) the silverfish finally made a break for it, threading through the sheared-off hair and away, back to the safety of under the shelf. Maybe one of the spiders will eat it. Do they like silverfish? Is it like lobster for insectivores? Or is it more like a slug, edible, but really, you wouldn't? Upstairs the first tube of hairdye that came to hand was Blueberry Hill, so I'm purple now, or will be once it's cooked for a half hour or so. Maybe it'll be a goth autumn. Hmmm ... Well if I hate it, I can always dye it black tomorrow. It's always interesting, having black hair.

[Summary: horror comics are very now, sindee virtue, kempble and faraday, house in hill hole ... dreams that crack me open in the morning are better than no dreams, DIY pacings thinking about glue and screws and how to make plastic stick reliably to hardboard, and all this again and again until something goes pinc ... couldn't find the chemical brothers until two hours in, time on, time in, friends unexpected and awaited and long bitchy conversations ... cat in the pub garden, sometimes it feel like I am everybody's social secretary and that depresses me, can't talk when the music*'s playing it's nothing personal but oh, I miss just going down the pub and chatting, but dancing is good good drinking is good and parties all that and that ... virtuous, social, wonderful when friends hit that golden seam of success (bras, champagne, tiny black hats), and then there's always more to do for the house, new lights glasses vases and Howl's Moving Castle and the Jericho Tavern and damn it who would decide to flavour a sausage with mint and passion fruit? Not I, not I.]

*Suitable Case for Treatment, Thumb Quintet, Keyboard Choir, good night well done.

Comments

( 15 worms — Feed the birds )
benchilada
26th Sep, 2005 02:25 (UTC)
You brain is made of magic candy.
cleanskies
26th Sep, 2005 09:39 (UTC)
my brain
mostly just hurts. I think I was up a bit late.
marstokyo
26th Sep, 2005 03:08 (UTC)
Silverfish TERRIFY me!!!
crazycrone
26th Sep, 2005 07:44 (UTC)
Me too; can't stand the squirmy way they move. Eeee!
cleanskies
26th Sep, 2005 09:41 (UTC)
I think they're pretty
Like little silver land-prawns. However, I suppose I should have a go at cleaning the corners ....
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percyprune
26th Sep, 2005 06:31 (UTC)
Imagine a ten foot silverfish as fast as a raptor...
profundo_rosso
26th Sep, 2005 08:40 (UTC)
It always puzzles me that people use "dinosaur" as a way of indicating something that's no longer relevant. Hell, it took a meteor to knock them off their evolutionary perch, and 65m years later, some of the buggers are still around. I'm not sure humans will even make it till next weekend.
jinty
26th Sep, 2005 09:56 (UTC)
they have
better brand recognition than the trilobite.
percyprune
26th Sep, 2005 12:49 (UTC)
I enjoyed digging up trilobites. Got some graptolites too from those slate quarries.
cleanskies
26th Sep, 2005 09:37 (UTC)
hmmmm
maybe they're eating spiders webs
buddleia
26th Sep, 2005 10:24 (UTC)
I really like silverfish. I haven't seen one for donkeys. I may have to subsist on yummy spiders and magic mosquitoes (of which I killed FOUR last night. Why? Why mosquitoes?).
cleanskies
26th Sep, 2005 10:39 (UTC)
because
you taste so good
buddleia
26th Sep, 2005 10:41 (UTC)
Aw
And it's true, dammit.
cleanskies
26th Sep, 2005 17:25 (UTC)
400 million years of skittering
Silverfish can't smell or see, but they sense moisture; some species are known to be parthenogenic; they may have one, two or three very simple eyes; these glow at night when illuminated; they cope well with starvation, some can go up to one year without food; when silverfish mate, the male silverfish puts his sperm on a silk thread on the ground and then the female silverfish picks it up; the earliest insect fossils are of a type of silverfish.
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