dust mites
I know one of the most horrific moments of my childhood was when I was informed that no matter how often I bathed, and no matter how hard I cleaned, there would be dust mites all over myself and everything I held dear. They are, apparently, all over everything.
Quite frankly, it still freaks me out.
I was just thinking about the first scientists who developed electron microscopes powerful enough to look at the surface of a dust mite. I wonder if, just for a second, the first scientist to put his eye up to the eyepiece might have wondered: “On the surface of this dust mite, am I going to see little cars and little cities, with little tiny people, wearing little tiny hats and little tiny sweaters, walking around on their dust mite, completely unaware?”
Because I would.
~Jeff
March 26th, 2008 at 1:30 pm
Are you implying we are living on a dust mite?
OR
That on every dust mite there is a community of tiny people decked out in hats and sweaters? Do they have pants in this world?
Each one raises several thousand questions and is equally frightening, though that second possibility sounds pretty snuggly– given they’re wearing sweatpants and slippers.