Last night was a weird night. Well, the past two nights have been weird, but more so last night. The Sister is house sitting, so I'm cat sitting The Super Fluff Faerie Kitten, Willow. She needs adoration and attention as well as food and water, so every night after I feed all of the other cats, I come up here and we watch Supernatural together. Sometimes she begs and chirrups and mows for attention; kneeding me and making a nest in the blanket beside me. Other times she inhales her food like the little piglet that she is and then saunters off to the bedroom for a nice bath and nap, not caring that I'm there at all. Because, ya know... cat. But then large bugs and weird dreams started happening and I'm a little unnerved to go back up there and spend time, actually. Obviously I will, but ya know. Eh... Willow is about ten now, though still very spry, those photo's up there are rather old. She's a huge cat, with so much fluff and large pee-paws and an abnormally long super fluffy tail; but she's never weighed very much. 3 pounds? 5 pounds? What's the going weight for cats on the small side? It's all fluff and she's like picking up a feather... when she allows you to pick her up that is. So, back to our nightly Supernatural. I'm sitting on the sofa and she's bathing on the rug near me. I hear a noise and look up towards the window and there is this bug crawling slowly up and over the prayer flags. At first I think it might be a wasp, as they do sometimes get into her room, but it's larger and moving more like a roach... but then it doesn't look like a roach either, really. If a bug is bigger than a US dime (actually maybe half that size), then it's too big for me, to be all up in my space. It flew to the prayer flags directly over my head and was some type of beetle. I suppose it looked similar to the Carolina Pine Sawyer, though that's not what it was. My first reaction after nervously edging off the sofa and standing up to take a look at it, was that it looked exactly like the beetle I had in my hair once. I was asleep in bed a few years ago, and kept waking up because it felt like something was crawling in my hair. The sensation would wake me up. I kept swatting at my hair, but didn't feel anything and would fall back asleep. The third time I woke up and hit my hair, I felt something large and foreign and heebie-jeebied it out of bed and straight into the bathroom; giving low moans of disgust like ya do when you don't want to full on hoot and hollar. It was three in the morning after all. Ran my hair brush through my hair once in the bathroom and came away with that beetle. I was beyond creeped out that a large bug had been crawling around in my hair. To make matters more strange, I was clean. Like super clean, as I had just taken a shower before bed. Then I thought of what I had used. Soap that smelled like wet dirt and rosemary mint shampoo. I probably smelled like a garden after rain (perhaps tinged with human?) and possibly that is why it was lurking about near me? But still, I'd never seen one of those bugs in my life, much less in my house (or my own hair!) and did look it up and the closest I could find was the Carolina Pine Sawyer, though that's not exactly what it looked like in its markings. So that was the bug I was faced with two nights ago and it was kind of weirding me out, not because it was a big beetle (although that was one reason), but that one had also tried to scout out a home in my hair. I didn't try to save it. I found two of The Sisters' flip flops and smashed it onto her prayer flags. I regret nothing. Then we come to last night. I'm again, minding my own business watching Supernatural on the sofa and Willow has finished her dinner and can't be bothered with me, so is in the bedroom. I hear a noise and look to my left and then I see, what I thought to be a grasshopper, hanging out on the wall near the ceiling. I looked it up later and it's a Fork-Tailed Bush Katydid. The thing was almost the size of my hand (I'm not even joking). I couldn't kill it because A) that would be a big mess, and B) Well, I just couldn't... that would be sad. But, it was just too big to stay. I was going to trap it in something and release it outside. During the time I was searching her room to find something large enough so he wouldn't be too cramped or get injured I was thinking how strange this was. I have probably only seen a larger mint green grasshopper three times in my life. Once as a kid on the recess playground (probably, though I'm not certain if I'm mixing memories), once last week as it was hanging out with all the other bugs at our front door when I came home after dark, and last night. And The Sisters' room is in the attic, on the third floor, way up in the trees. Though they can kind of fly, they're not big flying bugs, more jumping. It couldn't have jumped up here, besides both of her window A/C units are in, so neither window is open and except for truly flying bugs (wasps, or those small see through light green fairy bugs, or lady bugs) that can enter apparently through the roof and insulation, things like this don't get in here. It couldn't have hopped into our house and made it past seven cats on the way to the attic. There's no way. It's mangled corpse would be found somewhere en route with the cats chirruping happily that they'd caught something. And I'm fairly certain that if it had hitched a ride on me, I'd have known. So, how in the hell did it get up here to this room? But now it was time to safely trap him. I'd found a large mouth water container that was clean and some stiff cardboard. Only he wasn't having none of that! He kept jumping all over that corner and I was nervous he'd get himself stuck in my hair or accidentally jump down my shirt or something. He jumped his way to the upper base of that lamp, right behind the shade. I couldn't really get at him and felt that if he stayed there, who cares right? Wrong. I'd only resumed the episode for perhaps five minutes and felt like someone was watching me. I looked over at the lamp and the grasshopper was on the top staring straight at me. Ehh... OK. Odd. I got up again to try and capture him and he jumped out and then into the bookshelf and kind of behind some books. "OK, perhaps if he stays there..." I gullibly thought to myself. Not two minutes later, and I feel that sensation of being watched. I look over and it has crawled up from behind the books onto one and was staring straight at me. "Great, I've probably pissed it off and now it's after me... Willow! I'm gonna call it a night, I'll see you in the morning." I called into the bedroom. She could have cared less as she was probably fast asleep. I switched off the telly and made easy movements to collect my things and back away from that corner and quickly headed downstairs. Which is when I promptly came in here to the office and tried to figure out exactly what it was and possibly what it might mean. Katydids do not play a prominent role in Native American folklore. Like other small animals and insects, they sometimes appear in legends to symbolize meekness and humility. Like butterflies, they occasionally are also portrayed as vain and frivolous creatures. In the Jicarilla Apache tribe, katydid chirps are associated with Indian love flutes, and katydids are used for love medicine. Cherokee legend about the dangers of sneering at the meek. Biloxi legend about an irresponsible katydid. Katydid teaches attunement to new vibrations and will aid in heightening intuition, sensitivity and awareness. They teach transformation in five stages as part of the molting process. Is it time to shed old ideas to make way for the new? Expect changes and new developments that will bring growth through reflection and patience as the sensitivity to mental, emotional and physical challenges are coming your way. Katydids also teach the art of camouflage and the ability to evolve and use many survival techniques. Are you adapting to your surroundings? Are you blending in or standing out? Katydid will aid in strengthening senses and perceptions of the seen and unseen so whatever transformation stage you are in will be a time to be aware; mentally and spiritually sharp. Green is the color of health and abundance. Based on the above meaning for cricket. It is my interpretation that this message pertains to your ability to manage all of your money resources and transform them into abundance in your life. Not really sure what I'm supposed to make of all that, but there it is. It's not the only strange thing though. My dreams were weird and perplexing as well.
Dreamt that I was at my paternal grandparents' house. My grandmother was still alive in the dream and milling about the house. It seemed that grandpa was missing, like nobody knew where he was. Then the carport door opened and a flurry of old men started pouring in. They were all wearing old man clothes from the 1980s, like my grandfather would wear. An nice T-shirt with the three buttons near the collar, a pocket over the heart and stripe designs in red, blue, and tan. Khaki shorts that stopped at the knee, mid calf socks in white, with white old man sneakers on. Also a red baseball cap and glasses. They kept coming into the door so fast, and they all looked pretty much like my grandfather that I couldn't tell which one was the real one. They'd then disappear because I hadn't tagged them as the right one and I never did get to recapture my grandfather. Also an internet friend that I've known ten or more years was there with her cats. I went to find her cats and was looking at them trying to figure out their names. I remembered them and my friend said that wasn't their names. Though I was certain I was correct (which I was, as that really is their names), and was getting frustrated that she was telling me no. Then I ended up in some flouncy black dress and no shoes downtown somewhere and it was like this big street party with lots of people, but it seemed very dodgy. I found the only shoes lying around which were black high heels and put them on, though they were too small for my feet. Then my cousin who has downs syndrome was following these guys into the building. I wanted to make sure he was OK. It was some secret society of guys in their twenties and even though they weren't supposed to tell me I said, "I need to know. He's my cousin and if something happens, someone needs to know." My cousin said "Hookers" and well, they weren't going to murder him or anything, so I just told the guy at the door "Make sure he's safe and all, will ya?" and left. Then some guy was all interested in me and following me around. He wasn't creepy and I felt like I knew him sort of, though I honestly have no idea who it was in waking life. Then I tried sitting in the drivers seat of this tiny convertible (was it an MG, because damn those are tiny. I'd say Miata as those are tiny too, but it seemed vintage as well as familiar, so not a Carmen Gia; I've never been in one of those), and he got in the passenger seat. I did not fit and my knees were up in front of the steering wheel and my feet barely would reach the pedals, but I was driving it anyway, because I wanted out of this dream. Only we were going five miles per hour, because I couldn't push the gas pedal any farther down, and we just slowly putzed all around that dodgy downtown area going in circles until I woke up. I remember making a sort of shocked expression in the dream when my cousin said "Hookers", but honestly in waking life I'd probably have made super certain he was OK, or that his parents knew where he was, and I'm not certain he would really understand what being with a hooker entails, so I don't think I would have let that slide so easily as I did in the dream. But I think because in the dream he seemed excited, I figured sure why not. Oh geeze, I've just realized that he'll be thirty this year. I knew he was in his twenties and I think he was born in '88 (it could be '89), but either way, he's not 24 like I was thinking. Which I suppose makes it even a bit more weird because two days ago I just suddenly thought of my cousins wedding, this cousins older sister. "She got married in June... and I believe it was ten years ago... hmmm why am I thinking about this?" I come home and get online and she's wishing Happy Anniversary to her husband because they were married that day ten years ago. What the hell?! And a friend of mine yesterday was telling how how she lost her dad at a young age and her grandpa became her dad... and he passed away yesterday. And my dad was just wearing one of my grandpa's old, red baseball caps yesterday. But still it's slightly alarming to dream of your dead grandparents and you're supposed to help, but fail at it.
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