I'll have to go zen on this box elder bug thing because these guys must know they freak me out, and they like it. They congregate mostly around the windows. So I moved my desk a foot away from the window. That was only moderately successful as they still are able to fly and would nose-dive onto my manuscript. So I said, Self, why don't you work over on the couch? They're never there. Ah, but then they were--creeping and crawling across the cushions always toward me. So I smashed them with my shoe. One fast-but-clumsy flying bug flew right onto my chest--I screamed. Then I went on a rampage. My weapon of choice: water and detergent in a spray bottle. It paralyzes the little suckers. And at least for right now (and excluding the bug body count), my studio is bug-free. Now, look, I know some of you are saying, Heidi, you're out in the wilderness, you should expect for there to be things that are wild. Well, yes, just wild outdoor things. And I do like some of the wild things--the sheep who bleet as they shuffle by in the early morning; the deer who eat outside my window; and the Ucross cats who somehow got themselves adopted and now get fed (very well) every day. Meet Bleaches: not a pretty looking thing, but has lots of love to give; and Boots, (this is the official photo on file--I couldn't find her before I posted).