Urghh… something on my wall again! The last time I was perplexed to this level, it was a lizard. I wrote about that creepy experience in a blogspot on this website last year, a link of which I’ll give at the end of this post.
So this time, it was not a lizard. It was a duo. It was worse.
These days, I’m bit of a night owl and after dinner, walk into my room for study. On my right is a wall which has the tubelight, which is a spot of attraction for everything that loves light. The curtains are sometimes not good watchmen and one thing or other finds its way into the room, haunting me out of my wits.
The first one was a wasp.
You don’t usually see these wasp things buzzing about here and there in the night, but this one wasp somehow found entry into my room during the daytime. The thing with lesser intelligent life forms is that they know their way in but never their way out. The same is the trouble with an eager-to-go-home fly which keeps banging itself into a glass window, some butterfly, some moth etc. Speaking of moth, that is our second character, but first let’s return to the wasp.
The wasp thought the tubelight was heaven, and so it went to crash into it. But it couldn’t enter into the white, foggy realm that the tubelight was, and so it kept buzzing about, as if in a trance. Fifteen minutes later, it was tired and landed beneath the light and then hid behind it in a small crack. Thankfully, there was no hungry lizard around like last year.
Enter the second character Mr Moth.
The moth came out of nowhere without warning – the being of God must have been wandering outside among the trees, trying to reach the night’s biggest source of light: the moon; but upon failing when it must have decided to return to its wife empty handed, it must have got a glimpse of something white and glowing from outside my window. And lo and behold! it was inside to join the wasp’s party.
The thing about moths is that they are less scary than a wasp when they are on rest, sitting, but when they are flying, their engines makes noise like an angry truck, and you are fooled that wasp is more innocent that the moth. Where the wasp is scary, the wasp is disgusting. The wasp has a class; the moth is a wanderer of the street.
Anyway, when the moth arrived, I thought it would be friends with the wasp, but I was falsified. For some time, it seemed there had erupted a little fight between the two. The wasp was buzzing, the moth was buzzing, and then both were buzzing together, as if abusing each other. A minute later, as if they had come to an agreement, the wasp retracted to its previous place, the crack, and the moth settled near the tubelight.
Every now and then, one of them would rise and hover about the light and then settle at a different place. Distracted I was, now and then, but it was fine.
On other days when I had no visitors, I would remain awake till 12 or 1 and then would find my eyes yearning to be closed. Thanks to my guests and the fear they kept burning in me, I remained working till 2.30 in the morning. When I realized a minute more should be too late and would make it difficult to wake up the next day, I shut my books and turned off the fan. For a while, I was confused whether to switch off the light or not, but then I ended up whispering “Nox”.
The next day, before I had woken up, the moth entered the other room and figured its way out from some open window. The wasp decided to stay some more days. It would vanish during the day and would suddenly appear from somewhere at night. Gradually, I got used to it and then it never hovered from one place to other with the intention of frightening me: I befriended it, sort of. One day, I couldn’t find it anywhere. It must have either figured its way out, just like the moth, or it must have died of hunger and made food for some lizard.
I realized some fear is good, and though it brings down productivity a little, it increases our alertness and we are then ready to work some more.
But … uh … now I’ll try to check all windows are closed and all curtains are drawn before turning on the tubelight … enough of wasps and moths…
Read my Lessons from a Lizard here.
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