And the steel mug was affixed to a hardened mass of milk. Once it is established that it has been gripped hard enough to pull it from the goo - not a good deal of strength necessary, only the probity of grasping the handle or body firmly.
The conductivity detectors which taste the acrid currents of human sweat. It notes the effect of grasping the glass, with sub-sensible levels of electrical activity.
Then an enormous current passes through the cup and through the aqueous moisture of the hands, and blown through nails on window panes and leave a blasted, roiling stew of rubber boots.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
The fields around the Glenmore Reservoir are carefully tended, level fields of grass. The mosquitoes are an endless, continuous cloud. Millions and millions and millions of them. They have no trouble whatsoever moving at walking speed. It is their natural cadence.
They have not begun biting this early in spring, although of course will take a taste if given inducement. But if they were in the biting season, we would have been covered by a grey veil slowly tinting red.
Endless endless waves of mosquitoes. They will all be dead this time next year.
Posted by gnonanon at 9:09 PM