Turtlebaby
Police Officer
I chose that it'll be a moth. Why? Because I'm feeling pessimistic today. No, really though. Grissom's an entomologist - and he called it a cocoon. I understand that the writers could have just been dumbing it down for the sake of less observant watchers who, if he'd had called it a chrystalis, would have said "Uh, dude... that's a cocoon." But they do try hard not to dumb things down. OR maybe they just didn't do proper research. But they have people to do that for them... so... yeah. Though I don't have any doubt in my mind that it will be a very pretty/special/unique/rare moth.
Not like that horrible thing I got stuck up my nose for three days. Yeah, grossest story ever. Seriously, stop reading now.
I was like 12 years old, and I mopped the kitchen floor. Then I set the mop outside the front door to let it air dry (we're county folk...we do stuff like that) and went out and grabbed it before bed. As I was bringing it in I sniffed it (I'm also a sniff-o-holic. I will smell anything once. Or twice. And I'm not talking drugs here or to get high. I'm saying I use my sense of smell to experience things... it's difficult to explain.) Anyways, so I sniffed the mop. And inhaled somehing, what I didn't know, but DAMN did it hurt. That was the first time I swore in front of my parents. Every single cuss word that I knew. Later on, I figured that all that pain must have been coming because the darn thing was trying to get OUT of my nose. So I blew and blew and screeched and cried for a full ten minutes. My parents were thisclose to taking me to the emergency room (dad had his shoes on and keys in hand) when it just... stopped. So we all figured I had blown whatever it was out and went on with our daily lives. Until three days later when I sneezed out this huge dead moth. I wish I was kidding. I have pictures. It was so gross. :Shudders:
Well, there's my disturbing story of the week. Hope you enjoyed that. You would think it would have stopped my smelling addiction. Not so much.
And now continuing like I didn't just disturb you all with my horrid tale -
I don't think it'll be a ring - because well... the odds of them actually standing there (together or apart) whent it hatches are kinda slim. Sure, you can predict it down to like... a two day, maybe even a one day window. But to the very minute? Hour? Probably not. Besides, whatever was inside WITH the ring would probably die. And how unromantic would it be if ~
Grissom walks into his office - see's cocoon has hatched.
Grissom: Hey Sara! Come here! Looook!
Sara: Hey Grissom... I think that butterfly's dead.
Grissom: That's ok. See the pretty ring?
Sara: Ring? You shoved a RING into the cocoon?
Grissom: Marry me?
Sara: You KILLED the butterfly - by shoving a RING inside of it's HOME. wtf.
Grissom: whoops.
That is if it's an actual cocoon, and not something man made. Which it could be - but you'd think Sara would at least be able to sort of tell. And what? Is Grissom going to "Hatch" the ring? I can think of a thousand ways of proposing more romantically then ripping into a bugs nest.
And don't try to tell me it's a real one that a butterfly (moth) has already burst forth from. I had a butterfly farm when I was a kid, a tiny little aquarium in which I had a catepiller that eventually turned into a butterfly. And I've done it more then once. And trust me, 99% of the time, what remains is anything but pristine. It'd never pass as still containing anything.
I told you I'm feeling pessemistic.
Adz,
Really. Just . Those icons made my entire day. And, Sara will always be Grissom's Cheeseburger. :lol: Guess what I'm watching? Again. Oh, the irony.
Ok well, I better get going. My mom is promising meatballs and mashed potatos for supper. Can't miss that, and it's an hour drive from here.
That is all.
Not like that horrible thing I got stuck up my nose for three days. Yeah, grossest story ever. Seriously, stop reading now.
I was like 12 years old, and I mopped the kitchen floor. Then I set the mop outside the front door to let it air dry (we're county folk...we do stuff like that) and went out and grabbed it before bed. As I was bringing it in I sniffed it (I'm also a sniff-o-holic. I will smell anything once. Or twice. And I'm not talking drugs here or to get high. I'm saying I use my sense of smell to experience things... it's difficult to explain.) Anyways, so I sniffed the mop. And inhaled somehing, what I didn't know, but DAMN did it hurt. That was the first time I swore in front of my parents. Every single cuss word that I knew. Later on, I figured that all that pain must have been coming because the darn thing was trying to get OUT of my nose. So I blew and blew and screeched and cried for a full ten minutes. My parents were thisclose to taking me to the emergency room (dad had his shoes on and keys in hand) when it just... stopped. So we all figured I had blown whatever it was out and went on with our daily lives. Until three days later when I sneezed out this huge dead moth. I wish I was kidding. I have pictures. It was so gross. :Shudders:
Well, there's my disturbing story of the week. Hope you enjoyed that. You would think it would have stopped my smelling addiction. Not so much.
And now continuing like I didn't just disturb you all with my horrid tale -
I don't think it'll be a ring - because well... the odds of them actually standing there (together or apart) whent it hatches are kinda slim. Sure, you can predict it down to like... a two day, maybe even a one day window. But to the very minute? Hour? Probably not. Besides, whatever was inside WITH the ring would probably die. And how unromantic would it be if ~
Grissom walks into his office - see's cocoon has hatched.
Grissom: Hey Sara! Come here! Looook!
Sara: Hey Grissom... I think that butterfly's dead.
Grissom: That's ok. See the pretty ring?
Sara: Ring? You shoved a RING into the cocoon?
Grissom: Marry me?
Sara: You KILLED the butterfly - by shoving a RING inside of it's HOME. wtf.
Grissom: whoops.
That is if it's an actual cocoon, and not something man made. Which it could be - but you'd think Sara would at least be able to sort of tell. And what? Is Grissom going to "Hatch" the ring? I can think of a thousand ways of proposing more romantically then ripping into a bugs nest.
And don't try to tell me it's a real one that a butterfly (moth) has already burst forth from. I had a butterfly farm when I was a kid, a tiny little aquarium in which I had a catepiller that eventually turned into a butterfly. And I've done it more then once. And trust me, 99% of the time, what remains is anything but pristine. It'd never pass as still containing anything.
I told you I'm feeling pessemistic.
Adz,
Really. Just . Those icons made my entire day. And, Sara will always be Grissom's Cheeseburger. :lol: Guess what I'm watching? Again. Oh, the irony. As Alyssa's been saying - it's momentous. Not for the broken Sara, but for the fact that she trusts Grissom to hold her together. I think we all love Kick-Ass Sara. But everyone has a bad day. Everyone hurts, and everyone cries. Him knowing that she needs to be held - and her letting him... it's huge. Breaking down in someone's arms is showing trust. Remember last time she let herself break down? He held her hand. That's all the comfort he thought she'd allow him. This time, a case gets painful, and knowing how much it hurts her - he goes to her. He holds her. It's not a horrible thing. Strong Sara is awesome, but so is her ability to break down infront of someone. That too, takes a lot of strength. Especially when you're seen as the strong one. Trust me.
Ok well, I better get going. My mom is promising meatballs and mashed potatos for supper. Can't miss that, and it's an hour drive from here.
That is all.
