Bugs are one of my favorite subjects to draw. I like most of them. However, I have a primal fear of those hulking water bugs, aka American cockroaches, that are the size of mice and not nearly as cute.
I realize they are nothing compared to the Madagascar hissing cockroach, or to “palmetto bugs,” which are flying water bugs, which I thought only existed in tropical Florida until one of them whizzed into my bedroom a few nights ago! Luckily my husband caught it. I used the ensuing adrenaline rush to check all the cracks and openings in the house. There were a lot of them, which tired me out enough to go to bed that night.
Formication is the sensation that there are insects or “bugs” crawling on or under the skin. It can be caused by drugs, mental problems, or both. It’s a lot like what I’ve heard from the small number of germophobes I’ve had a chance to talk to: they see the germs as little bugs everywhere, especially on “hotspots” like doorknobs. That’s one psychosomatic vision I don’t have to deal with, thankfully. Instead, I like to spend my time imagining what it’s like to have it! That’s why this week’s IF word just felt mundane: I already waste too much time drawing bugs, microbes, and assorted tiny creatures that we prefer not to think about because we can’t see them, yet they outnumber us at least a billion to one.
But Halloween is coming up, and I already feel especially creepy-crawly. Here is my photo that the sketch was based on:
This is the blurriest picture from a series of 20 or 30 that I took as concept stills for a stop-motion animation that I’m starting. I like making digital sketches from blurry photos because then I don’t feel as tight when I try to draw freehand with a mouse.
Here’s the same photo in reverse (I think it’s creepier):
For the last few months, my biggest source of distraction and laffs on the internet has been the website Hot Chicks with Douchebags. I started thinking, what if this lifestyle begins to infest the animal kingdom? The bombardier beetle is already bright orange like a fake tan and shoots a foul-smelling gas from its rear end when threatened. All it needed was an Ed Hardy-style exoskeleton and some antenna gel spikes to start pulling in the Ladybleethbugs…
UPDATE (8/9): WOW, I’m on HCwDB! I’m going to go drink all the liquor left in my house to celebrate (and that’s 1/4 bottle of Mickey’s Butterscotch ‘n’ Vanilla S’napps…too bad it’s a Sunday)