Ehehehehe! I know I said I’d be moving on to other projects, but I haven’t wrung all the mischief out of Harvey yet. (I know it’s a disaster of Ragnarokian proportions, but that doesn’t mean I can’t amuse myself at the human female’s expense.)
Monday was supposed to be the first day of the semester, but the University closed for two days–days on which it did not actually rain. So now, it is midweek of the first week and everyone is behind and things are confused and everyone wants things done YESTERDAY.
Even though the U. was closed on Monday, the human female came up and put in several hours of work because her sole Tech II is out this week. They met and mapped out work for the week. The human female made all sorts of hurried notes. Here are some she made on the very elegant notes the Tech II made — on whatever was handy.
That silver Sharpie marker is so classy.
Most of the human female’s morning has been taken up by logistics. You see, Usually Squashes Parcels Significantly suddenly terminated mail delivery to the local area on Monday. No warning, no delivering mail that was already out on route. Nope, back to the barn, no mail for you, no projected date of return to service. Never mind that when they closed the local sorting center a few years ago, it was with the idea that it could be resurrected if need be. Well, needs be now, people!
On top of Usually Squashes Parcels Significantly, Fed-up and Exhausted, which has a major hub in the Big Inundated City to the South, suspended all deliveries there and in the surrounding area, which includes here. Unrepentant Package Squashers followed suit.
So here is the human female, trying to prep lab for next week, the lab that includes our old friends the fragile, ship-overnight-and-hope-for-the-best termites, with no way to get said Blattodeans here to play with!
(Sad, over-exposed photo of the container the termites will inhabit, if they come. The green pan of water is a moat to keep out the ants, which like to dine on tasty Isopterans.)
Over the last few days, she has sent and received numerous calls, texts, and emails, trying to get the termites here. It goes like this: If Fed-Up and Exhausted won’t do it, can Unrepentant Package Squashers do it routing through Big City to the North? The Purveyor of Squiggly Things, who prefers to ship only FU&E, says they’ll look into it. She calls Unrepentant, who says they can. The human female also contacted the Vendor Who’s Responsible, since she has glassware to order, and they say Unrepentant can’t. She calls Unrepentant again and they say they can, and she lets Vendor of Squiggly Things and Vendor Who’s Responsible know. Vendor Who’s Responsible responds with a screen capture of the Unrepentant website, listing the local zip code as one they will not ship to. Human female responds with a screen capture that says the local area is unaffected. Vendor Who’s Responsible emails back that both FU&E and Unrepentant have changed their tune and are now accepting *ground* shipments for delivery here, but not live or refrigerated materials. The human female still insists they ought to be able to do air shipments through Big City to the North, and if not, she will drive to Random Small City to the North and pick them up there. They’ve been going around and around all morning, with no clear path to Termiteville yet in sight.
If we could somehow rope in the Purveyor of Dead Things, we’d have some sort of twisted Vendor/Shipper Bingo going on.
So here I sit, with all the party props needed to entertain the termites properly, and no one to play with.
Guess we could always test whether Sigyn has trailing pheromones that are mimicked by Bic ink…