Allow me to explain Gary, my Psychotic little “pet” by loose definition.
By loose definition, I mean “animal that lives in my house”.
When I was little, I was very scared of the dark. I had a fear of anything that could be hiding in the shadows, for fear that it might eat, maim, kill, destroy, or otherwise end me.
One night while I was reading next to my nightlight(I read way past my bed time and couldn’t afford to put on my actual light at night: my mother would get angry), I was startled to see a shadow crawling on the floor. I sat in silent fear of this shadow, since it was obviously some monster that would grab me by my feet and stuff me under my bed in a broken heap to eat later.
I was imaginative, to say the least.
A few seconds later, out crawls this bizarre, and creepy, insect with a million little legs that I’d never seen before. He was brown coloured, and his legs kept him about half an inch above the ground.
I was a little kid. Do you have any idea how cool I thought this thing was?
It kinda sat there while I read the Hobbit, and when I was finished, I went to bed. I fell asleep immediately, not just because of exhaustion but because I knew I was safe. Something like that bug would scare the monsters away, especially since I thought it was cool(most things I found cool were scary to everyone else).
This same thing happened the next night, and the ones following that. This bug was my little helper.
I called him Gary.
Obviously, there are a lot of these insects, but now every time I see one I call them Garies. My girlfriend, who I will refer to on this blog as Lorelai, has now taken to calling them the same. The difference is that she believes that Gary is a psychotic, murderous, rampaging insect that will destroy her in her sleep.
Different (arthro)Pods for different Bods, I guess.
I’ve had a Gary in every room I’ve lived in aside from my room in University. It’s a comfort to know I’ve got a psychotic, murderous, rampaging insect on my side.