Bugs & Slugs

bugs & slugs

The Cincinnati Enquirer, Ohio, December 6, 1931

you will not guess where this ao3 summary is going

I just remembered I forgot to water the seedlings in the greenhouse so I went back outside, and I was too lazy to look for the small watering can for seedlings at this hour so I just knelt down near the fish tank and took some water in my cupped hands and started tossing it towards the seedling tray on the table behind me

—only the fish are starting to be very friendly by now, as soon as they see me they come wriggling happily to say hi and check if I have a little insect or some other snack to give them, and suddenly I found myself accidentally catching a friendly little fish in my cupped hands and throwing it in the air behind me. I literally realised what I was doing as I was doing it

I have bad reflexes usually but this time I jumped up and flailed around desperately and managed to catch the little guy mid-flight!!!!

The fish was very confused but unharmed 😭

(sorry for the poor stick drawings, I felt I could not adequately convey our mutual jolt of surprise and terror with words)

Streamer who says "And now just a little break for an ad read, sorry guys, brb" and then they just pull out a newspaper and silently read some of the ads while scowling because they don't enjoy this, occasionally muttering "That's not even a good deal" and then calmly folds it back up and starts playing again.

tricking myself into doing art studies by turning every reference into my blorbos