Hanging out inside the lesion

[chester]

Thanks so much for the support, no im not an artist, just a mom and wife. I do like to crochet, knit, build stuff with things around the home. And garden. All that waits for me while i became consumed with this project. I will be a grandmother soon. Like a mother bear.....i want this mystery cracked in pieces,the future a safe place to raise families. The bug is a tiny black bug that showed up about 5 years ago. My friends report it in their homes also. It makes tiny webs and i have found fibers and black specks in it. They come in from outside thru screens and walk around the ceiling upside down. They have different sizes with them, so you see them as a family at all stages. They are above lamps, and can be found dead at lamp bases, look like a speck of pepper. I was amazed at their color under the microscope. I dont know what they are, we thought just fruit flys. But, with a search light i have found the webs growing across walls like moss. They have been coming in all summer and i vacuum them up every night. They may have nothing to do with our problems, they may be victims of the situation also. I dont know what red picture you saw...will have to go thru to answer your question. Yeah...i wish i did paint. I would paint this house repaired, this life restored, this mystery solved. Wait........i hear someone screaming on the beach..........

[chester]

The simple dynamics that occur in life are often ignored but happen as they should. The intricate co-ordination and syncronization of habits, schedules, routines also happen in nature, and when the sixty scientists were burried up to their neck in calcium carbonate........they were hopeless, they were helpless, they were resigned to their fate. They, called on a friend closer than family, a father rushing and falling forward with arms outstretched. They called on God. The hours of unrelenting rains that fell upon the camp that day, had saturated the earth. Its overflow began a march toward the apparition, and the trapped scientists. The hardened ooze had no room in its agenda to cope with the swelling waters that forced its way under its construction. Buckle-up was not something it understood, and with a whoosh of the tumbling onslaught of rushing water to the ocean, the cement buckled up from the pressure, and cracks shot thru its platform,raising it up................like a bridge over troubled water. One by one the scientists were freed from this helish nightmare, scrambling to safety in the nick of time. Anxious to get home to friends and family, they left on wings of joy. In their pockets were hardened samples of the cement, in their minds an earnest desire to crack thru this bizarre substance and its effect on them. In their hearts a song.......When you're weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all, Im on your side,When times get rough ,And friends just can't be found, Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down, Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down. Inside its tiny house, the apparition sang out also: the time for hesitation is thru, there ain't no time to wallow in the mire...and as he sang, orange and red embers emerged and flowed into the cracks of the cement, and fell into pockets, nice and cozy. They felt right at home there. Bloom where you are planted they sang as they took a nap.

[chester]

The recent photos, of" Mr. Bean," evicted by tweezers and soda from my face, photogragphed tv scope to digital camera.....have been sent today to an expert in fresh water bryozoans. Byron Backus and Mr. Bean and God....what a meeting it shall be! Mr.Bean...if you are a bryozoan, your time has come. You are truely terrifying, but.....you are gonna get blocked and evicted. All your bud-dies too!

[Steve Frey]

Nancy,

Did you speak with Mr Backus? I tried the phone number I found for him online and never got an answer.

[chester]

August 16...Mr. Bean was extracted from the bottom of my chin lesion. He slid out without a shout, and got stuck to clear tape, put on tv microscope, photographed thru his transparent "looking glass". His organs, his longitudinal muscles, all his "what not" is hanging out inside for the world to see! Will Byron Back-us? If ,he opens his email from me, he will see. Or, Safrey, not shy like me....will call him at home this weekend? Byron versus bryozoan! Dr Bryo(Safrey) calls Dr.Backus at......... home phone number from internet 301-984-9164 ! Here is a good place to post my pic...but, i dont know how to. Puzzeled about puters, i stare at Mr. Bean trapped, under wraps, and head for the garden, patient while the world turns....i take a break from lesions and turn my attention to weeds. How does the grass survive? There are under-soil runners of clover ,strangeling the roots.The wild moss is shooting long thin almost invisable runners across the top of it. I lay down my tweezers and pick up my wonder bar from walmart. The weeds shudder, here she comes they shout! A silent scream vibrates from the 2 inch sample of clear packaging tape on the table! Can anyone hear what Mr. Bean just said? Put your ear up close and listen before he is dead! OH!... I'ts just an echooooooooo, of his old fight song......."i'm hiding, i'm hiding and no one knows where. If they look they can not see, even my toes or my hair! I just heard a mother say to a father.."but, darling he must be somewhere or other." Have you looked in the>ink well<?",and father said ,"Where?" "In the >ink well<", said mother, but i was not there! "Inside of the mirror is a pretty good place," said father, and looked ,but saw only his face.

[Kritters]

Chester,
If you have your pictures in your computer, go to www.photobucket.com and sign up for free and they'll give you a link to right-click, copy and right-click, paste to the forum.
Kritts

[chester]

Before the afternoon thunderstorm at Camp Farthest OUt, Chester sat under the checkerboard sky, with a twinkle in his eye. The finest of cocker spaniels, with silky brown curly head and ears, he was elegant. A gentleman, thoughtful and polite, ever mindful of what was right. His brown and white roan colored body bowed down in the sunshine, curly waves of long feathery hair fluttered in the breeze, and his brown and white draped tail, pointed straight to the heavens....and wagged. He was happy. The white ring of color around his snout....gave him a nose for adventure.A hiking dog that loved cats, a tender heart for all, except danger....which he fought against like a soldier. At 16, he left to dig for truth in Heaven....but, today, at camp he digs for a bone. Born in a hole dug by his mother, he has a knack for making dirt fly. And in the joy of the dig, he digs a bit deep and makes a discovery! Chester, known now as Best Chester.....has found a wonderful cave under the ground at Camp Farthest Out!!!!www.goodearthgraphics.com/virtcave/virtcave.html

[chester]

At 1:40pm, the phone rang. HI...this is byron backus from the epa! He is very kind, he listened. He assured me the bryozoan has not evolved to be a human parasite. We can all breath a sign of relief. The mystery continues. I think i'll go hide in a cave. But, in the scheme of things....while i look up his suggestion of hair follicle mites, he is sending me a personal email so i can send him Mr.Bean photos. He has a microscope at home, up to 2000, and i told him to go look for the fibers we find, and think about the design and behavior of these predictable lesions, and how the beans like to play tug of war. I asked him if he wanted to give me another name to call....he being the internet expert on bryozoan....and us dumping this mystery in his lap. He gave no other name, so pray in the name above all names,JESUS....that this mystery gets lapped up by the truth.

[Kritters]

Here's hoping and praying Mr. Backus will back us.
Kritts

[Steve Frey]

He assured me the bryozoan has not evolved to be a human parasite.

Another one who can't think outside the box! Do you suppose the first time that a nematode was found to be a parasite of humans that science had the same reaction? Oh no, I assure you, nematodes don't parasitize humans!