This past week, it was about using your car's remote. Apparently the technology that auto manufacturers used can be hacked enabling a stranger to gain access to your car. Swear to goodness...hackers can use the signal that your remote sends to your car as you are walking away and hit the "lock" button. Once you're out of sight, they can access your vehicle and drive off with it. Really? Are you flipping kidding me?
Thoughts reeling through my mind about where I live, where I go and what I do filled my head so I responded with, "But Honey, there is usually no one around to do such a thing....I'm in the middle of nowhere most of the time."
"Honey, when I'm in the middle of the lake in my kayak, don't you think I would see someone about to "bug" me approaching if they wanted to hack my phone?"
So, after a rather lengthy one-sided conversation, I was instructed to not use my remote to lock my car but rather lock it before I exited the vehicle by simply pushing down the manual lock button on my driver's door. (This is, of course, assuming that the rest of your car doors/hatch are locked as the Pres made clear to me. "Hon, hopefully you are not driving around with the doors unlocked in this day and age.") And if that whole "bugging" thing wasn't enough...
To make it more interesting, Sunday night when my son called to touch base, a different conversation ensued. "Mom, do you want to hear about what's new at our house as of today?" came out of his distraught and very concerned tone of voice.
Sounding (Heaven forbid) like me, his run on sentences began....We have bugs...I'm not sure, but I think they're called thrips or corn flies or something like that...Have you ever heard of them?...Mom, look on Google...Did you get the pic I just sent you?...Well, look at it closely...you know, zoom in...Do you think dish detergent and water will kill them?...Do I need to bomb the house?...Mom, they must have come in on the Christmas tree and with the warm house, maybe they hatched...I don't know...I've been killing them all day...They seem to be attracted to the light....etc, etc.
Unable to get a word in, I continued to listen as his tone and expressions became more vehement.
Mom, I sent you another pic...zoom in so you can really see it. I'm taking off all the decorations and shall I put the tree in the garage? Never mind, I'm putting it outside because I don't want those things in the garage either...Mia, calm down...Daddy's working on it.
The conversation ended with, "Mom, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Again my mind was spinning. Trying to digest what I'd just been told, I did what any respectable mother would do. I Googled thrips. Have a look for yourself...Wikipedia-Thrips. They are or can be found on houseplants, plants from nurseries and eventually suck the life out of the plant!
Oh, one more thing. He also told me that his SIL/BIL had them too. They all went to a local Christmas tree farm together to cut down their trees. Who knew they too were bugged?
just seeing, saying and sharing...
Bugged...A Whole New Meaning
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Thrips are minute, slender insects with fringed wings. Other common names for thrips include thunderflies, thunderbugs, storm flies, thunderblights, storm bugs, corn flies, corn lice, freckle bugs, and physopods. Wikipedia