::SCREAMS::
June/24/2006 01:42 Filed in: Life
ok, I'm sitting here nursing the baby - a giga-mundus
(yes, it was that big I have to make up my own word
for it) bug flies down onto my arm.
kudos to me for not jumping up and screaming at the top of my lungs with the baby in my arms - like I would have done had the baby not been in my arms/vicinity
I did jump up quickly - after semi-freaking and blowing the bug off my arm. Put the baby safely down in his wiggly bean chair.....ran like hell into the kitchen got like 13 & 1/2 paper towels & attacked the monster bug.
I think *every* bug I see is a cock roach unless I can immediately identify it as a spider/fly/any/caterpillar/tick - especially when they're big - so, too scared to take a second look, wad it up in the paper towels. Now it's wadded in there, presumably dead, in a plastic bag, under a glass. Sean will have to look when he gets home & make sure it's not a cockroach.
Why am I so paranoid? I have no clue- we keep a clean home & there's no logical reasons to expect cock roaches. Probably the same thing I have with natural water sources (besides the ocean) but yea - I won't go in any natural water sources for fear of WATER MOCCASINS - I have to write it in all caps - an "internet scream" because I can't say it - I scream it - I was forever scarred by the movie "Lonesome Dove" where they're crossing the river & all the sudden, a horse steps on a nest & wakes them up and "WATER MOCCASINS!!!!" attack & kill - jumping and writhing from the water.
haha - not me my friend - I will NOT be attacked by water moccasins. I don't care how many people tell me they don't live in this area - pshyt - YOU NEVER FREAKING KNOW. I can't risk it.
So yeah - now I'm all creepy crawly, you know that feeling you get like bugs are crawling, but they're not - my night gown grazes my thigh, or a curl falls from my messy ponytail & tickles my neck/shoulders - I'm smacking myself like I'm being attacked by killer bee's.
Seriously, I'm neurotic -- but once I get something in my head, I can't get it out, and nothing will ever change my mind. Besides maybe Dr. Phil - cause he's real good at getting in your psyche.
I wouldn't have this problem right now, logically - I know where the bug came from. About 3 hours ago I was nursing the baby, Sean had just left for a fire over in Cedar's & the doorbell rings - it's my lil old lady neighbor askin a question. Well, I had baby in one arm & fiona in the other (cause she'll run if I open the door, the stupid lil thing) no hands to open the door - the bug must've snuck his way in then the little devil. I should put his body outside as a warning to all the other sneaky little bugs hovering around my porch light.
psht - where the hell is my winter, my bug killing ground freezing winter?
Bah nasty ass bugs. DIE BUGS DIE
wow - totally useless post, and long too - no one ever said I was quiet or straight to the point.
kudos to me for not jumping up and screaming at the top of my lungs with the baby in my arms - like I would have done had the baby not been in my arms/vicinity
I did jump up quickly - after semi-freaking and blowing the bug off my arm. Put the baby safely down in his wiggly bean chair.....ran like hell into the kitchen got like 13 & 1/2 paper towels & attacked the monster bug.
I think *every* bug I see is a cock roach unless I can immediately identify it as a spider/fly/any/caterpillar/tick - especially when they're big - so, too scared to take a second look, wad it up in the paper towels. Now it's wadded in there, presumably dead, in a plastic bag, under a glass. Sean will have to look when he gets home & make sure it's not a cockroach.
Why am I so paranoid? I have no clue- we keep a clean home & there's no logical reasons to expect cock roaches. Probably the same thing I have with natural water sources (besides the ocean) but yea - I won't go in any natural water sources for fear of WATER MOCCASINS - I have to write it in all caps - an "internet scream" because I can't say it - I scream it - I was forever scarred by the movie "Lonesome Dove" where they're crossing the river & all the sudden, a horse steps on a nest & wakes them up and "WATER MOCCASINS!!!!" attack & kill - jumping and writhing from the water.
haha - not me my friend - I will NOT be attacked by water moccasins. I don't care how many people tell me they don't live in this area - pshyt - YOU NEVER FREAKING KNOW. I can't risk it.
So yeah - now I'm all creepy crawly, you know that feeling you get like bugs are crawling, but they're not - my night gown grazes my thigh, or a curl falls from my messy ponytail & tickles my neck/shoulders - I'm smacking myself like I'm being attacked by killer bee's.
Seriously, I'm neurotic -- but once I get something in my head, I can't get it out, and nothing will ever change my mind. Besides maybe Dr. Phil - cause he's real good at getting in your psyche.
I wouldn't have this problem right now, logically - I know where the bug came from. About 3 hours ago I was nursing the baby, Sean had just left for a fire over in Cedar's & the doorbell rings - it's my lil old lady neighbor askin a question. Well, I had baby in one arm & fiona in the other (cause she'll run if I open the door, the stupid lil thing) no hands to open the door - the bug must've snuck his way in then the little devil. I should put his body outside as a warning to all the other sneaky little bugs hovering around my porch light.
psht - where the hell is my winter, my bug killing ground freezing winter?
Bah nasty ass bugs. DIE BUGS DIE
wow - totally useless post, and long too - no one ever said I was quiet or straight to the point.
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