When these
minute black specks started showing up on the rim of my bathtub, I figured
something was slowly disintegrating up on the ceiling and dropping dust. If I Kleenex-ed it away, it reappeared
the very next day. I didn’t
make the connection with insect life until one day as I was reading the morning
paper, and a minute bit of print started scurrying across the page. I automatically squashed it with a finger,
and so the day started with a death. A very
small death.
I can’t
find the right words to tell you how tiny these things are, whatever they
are. For their size – for their non-size
– they cover ground remarkably fast. One
just hurried across the screen as I’m writing to you. They don't jump at all, just walk or run. The house seems full of them. Those moribund bathtub ones must have drowned
in the moisture. And I am sure that in
87 years I’ve never seen them before.
I post this
in hopes that someone out there has some information. I can’t even Google these bits of creatures –
can’t find the right search words.
But at any
rate, I didn’t have to go to
the trouble of looking up the word entomology
– it seems it’s perfectly proper to say
insectology.
They are marmites. They also live on the ceilings of London Underground stations, and occasionally eat away at the wings of airplanes. You may kill them without remorse, for they have no brains at all.
ReplyDeleteMarmites? Hahahahaha. They're gnats. Totally harmless.
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