I sit in the chair and look around, not moving anything – just trying to understand what Ricky’s father was doing the last time he sat in this chair. A half full coffee cup sits within easy reach. A pad of plain white paper with drawings of insects and notes I cannot understand lies next to the cup. A keyboard is sitting space bar toward the monitor, like the monitor was typing. I tap a key on the keyboard and the monitor lights up.
Ricky leans in and looks at the monitor over my shoulder, “some bug, up close.” Next to the monitor Ricky points to a piece of equipment that looks like a photo enlarger. “It’s looking at that,” he points to a small disk near the base of the microscope.
My finger slides across the touch pad and the monitor shows different parts of bug. The whole screen fills with a giant mouth with four lips. I pinch my fingers together and the picture includes a body like a datenut with at least eight legs, four in a row in the front and two like fingers on each side in the back, if the snout with four lips is the front.
“What part of outer space did that come from?”
Ricky just laughs, “he got that out of his eyebrow. He showed it to me a few days ago.” I rub both of my eyebrows, hoping I’ve taken care of any of the monsters that might be roaming about in them.