
i was awoken from my late afternoon nap on the couch yesterday by the swaying of walls, the grumbling of the earth, the violent swinging of houseplants, and the sound of things falling from upright, to upside down, onto the hardwood floor. For nearly half a minute I looked at Lula, and she at me, as we sat near paralyzed on the futon, and i thought 'damn, the earth is going to open up and swallow us whole, and make sure we never leave reno'.
Later that afternoon, while sweeping up the debris of white-popcorn paint which had fallen from the ceiling and copulated with dust bunnies and dog fur - i noticed, to absolute humor and horror, at least a dozen dead centipedes or caterpillars curled in various poses of the fetal position - which until the earthshake I had never seen in my house before. What the.....?
