It’s amazing how some things just get stuck in one’s head. Well, not stuck. More like put away in the mental equivalent of a kitchen drawer and forgotten about. For years even.
I came up against this today when trying to explain the word insecticide to my students. We had been discussing a news story about farming and it came up. I wrote the word on the board and then went on to use it in a sentence. However, in my sentence I ended up using the word incesticide.
So, all I can imagine is that, somewhere, in the cluttered junk room of my mind, a common word that I almost never use and a made-up word that I used constantly for the better part of my high school days got cross-wired.
Just thought that was interesing. That is all.
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