The Culprit

So there was my rude awakening this morning too soon after I'd fallen asleep and with too much "eww" in it. And spending pretty much all day at the doctor waiting my turn (got seen at quarter to 14, left there at 14:30 -- and so much for my to-do list for today). And the promise -- or threat -- of photos.

Even on the camera's LCD it looks pretty big (which is kind of the point of shooting 'macro'), and it startled folks at the clinic that way. To be fair, here are two shots giving a sense of scale. In the first, the grey stuff in the upper left is the edge of a strip of 35mm film, showing part of one of the sprocket holes; the second is, I think self-explanatory (sorry I didn't have a metric -- or better, dual-system -- ruler handy).

I never did find the missing leg and wing-cover. Tiny bugs have tiny parts. The doctor said they're not still in my ear, and that's all I really care about.

Oh. I just remembered that I have tools that will give me even greater magnification (these photos did not fill the frame). I may or may not bother, later. Hmm. (Y'all wanna see a bitty bug blown up really big?)

I don't think I'm going to bother trying to track down what species it is using pictures. There are so many of that class to sift through.

Doc says I'm fine (I just have to wait for the itching to stop). I am so very, very, very tired right now. And I'm no closer to being packed for Pennsic, nor have I replaced that tire. Bleah. (Next question: can I afford the tire and groceries for Pennsic?) Anyhow, there are the photos. Click or not, according to how much they're likely to make you twitch.

In better news, I have my tramadol again, so maybe I can pack for War without being in as much pain as I've been in for most of the last few months. (When it gets to the point where standing up means the weight of my arms hurts my shoulders ... that gets a bit difficult to cope with.)