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Showing posts with label bugs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bugs. Show all posts

Saturday, December 22, 2007

DISARSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no: we wer ment to play, but they canselld cos the pitch waz frozen!
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no- Mummy went to Sainsbury's. She sed she waz serprized that it wassent crowdid. Huh! Hoo in their rite mund goze to Sainsbury's?
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
  • Day Score: 7 ish /10
  • Advent Calendar Pikcher: oh good greef. ANOTHER lot ov yellowy glowin children singin songs an lookin gormless.
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

Yu remember thoze luvly fotoze ov our Crismoss tree? Well, it dident look like that fer long!

Yesterday Mummy notisst that the tree waz leekin stikky stuff onto the Crismoss cards that sheed put arownd its pot. "Hello!" she thort, "Wy iz the tree leekin stikky stuff?" an so she got her hed in close fer a good look. This is wat she fownd:BUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!They wer eetin the tree! An wherever the tree waz bein eeten, it waz prodewsin stikky sap to try to defend itself. This wassent werkin very well...... Mummy fownd harf a duzzen ov them. They wer reelly fat an mayde a satisfyin "phfut" sownd wen yu skwisht them. But altho that's kwite fun, it issent reelly wat a Crismoss tree is for.

So! Off we went, bak to the plarnt playse where we bort it from. We took the bug in the pikcher wiv us: Mummy stuk it to a bit ov parsol taype. It waz still kikin its legs abowt wen we got there.

The man in the plarnt playse sed it waz an aphid, an that they must hav been hybernaytin in our tree. Wen it had been in our howse fer a few days, they thort it waz summer an so all cayme out to play an eet our tree. So the man gayve us sum bug spray:We took all the decorayshuns off the tree an put wite tishoo payper rownd its pot. We sprayd it all over and LOOK! Hundreds an hundreds ov bayby bugs dropt owt.

We kept replaysin the tishoo payper an it kept gettin cuverd wiv new ded bugs.

Weev been doin this sinse yesterday arfternoon. There duzzent seem to be eny mor left in there, but the man sed to watch out, cos there may be eggs in there, an if we stop too eerly, an put the decorayshuns bak on too soon, it will all start agen.

Hopefully weel be abol to decorayte the tree agen in time fer Crismoss.....

Meenwile, Dilly is upset. She sez she waz farmin theez bugs for her Crismoss feast...... I shud hav known sheed be behind this sumwhere......

Bye fer now!

Thursday, July 19, 2007

What's this? Oh, too late...

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no; but Daddy sent off the cheq fer the new season tickets. No menshun ov my nayme on the form. Looks lyke I'll be sneekin in in his poket agen. Tsk!
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes: Mum's desydid to go low-carb agen, so ran out an bort a ton ov chikn.
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5 Henri got me. He's gettin worryingly good. /10
  • Day Score: 7.8632/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Remember me marrygolds? WELL! I mite hav fownd wat was eetin them.

Not shor wat it's calld. I think it's a sort ov MINER bug, cos it burrows into the leef. Yu kno, like miners sort ov burro into mines. Or not. Look, I don't nayme theez things, OK?

I cud hav thort of a betta nayme fer it, I bet. I meen, I'm a grayte thinker, I am. I think ov lots ov things an enjoy a good hard ponder. Like, if the yewniverss is forever expandin, wy issent ther enuff room fer mor bookshelves in this howse? Eh? Wy do I hav to be at the mersy ov piles ov books rownd evry door? I'm ownly littol. Wun rong moov mid-conga rownd the rooms an I cud get skwisht.

Enyway. I dygress. If I had naymed this bug, I'd hav calld it the Burrowin Snakey Leaf Bug, or sumthing like that. Not MINER bug. It duzzent even hav wun ov those fansy torch-hats.

I showd it to Dilly, cos she likes bugs, an likes that bug-man fella on CSI, too. So I thort she mite be a bit ov an expert on them....

....unfortewnately, she just ate it:



So we may never kno wat it waz fer shor.

Never mind. The marrygolds ar lookin grayte, an reelly hewge now. I waz goin to plarnt them owt today but the lalydy on the telly sed ther will be mor thunder tomorro. I don't want ther ferst day in the wild to be scary. So I'll release them at the weekend insted.

Bye fer now!