i did a lot of work around the house this weekend. besides the usual scrub down of the kitchen, and chasing the broom around the house for awhile (as my mother would say), i made my own laundry detergent. that's right.
and then to house some new baby plants, i decided some clay pots needed a face lift. so i got out a tin of white paint that had been sitting outside for probable three years, and i opened it (*gaspcoughchoke*) and once the fumes passed, i saw i had inside a substance which resembled nothing as much as frosting. mmmm.
so i frosted up a couple of pots.
while i was finishing up, a bug was heading right for the wet paint so i nudged him away with my toe.
he suddenly pulled himself into a little ball and starting popping up several inches and falling down again. and Pop! again.
i thought "how ridiculous. what an utterly useless defense mechanism. even if it scares your opponent, you're just injuring yourself."
and then...the embarassment set in. who am i to judge another creature's self defense? oh right, because all of my defense mechanisms are so totally fantastic, adaptive, and non-injurious.
ahem. apologies to the tiny critter. pop away, dude.