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Sunday, August 28, 2005Insect From HellThe one thing -- the only thing -- that can be said in favor of wintertime is that there are no bugs. It's bad enough to have to dodge the wasps and carpenter ants and Japanese beetles and yellowjackets when one must get the mail or take out the trash or even have the odd notion to actually sit still on a porch chair for a few minutes. The great outdoors is their territory, after all, and I am the stranger. When, on the other hand, one of these poor excuses for living creatures finds its way into my house, it is a complete affront. And an all-out battle. The other day, one of the nastiest buzzing things I've ever seen waltzed through our front door. It didn't look like a bee or a wasp or even a cross between the two, but it had the word "sting" written all over it. It was at least as long as my pinky (not that I got close enough to actually measure), and its wingspan rivaled the dragonfly's. I tried to remain calm, since most buzzing invaders end up dallying about the window of our two-story foyer, where they eventually die. Not this guy. He decided to buzz and swoop around the parlor where my sweet Rachel was getting ready to vacuum the sofa (her idea, not mine. No, really!). It was the insect from hell. I tried to act like a bigshot. I tiptoed toward the picture where it had landed, a bottle of Fantastik in one hand and a flyswatter in the other. I was saved from my show of bravado by the appearance of Jonathan, our Master Bugslayer. Handing him the instruments of death, I retreated to the stairway with my two equally wimpy daughters. "Don't scream," I said to them. "Just don't scream." Then, Jonathan sprayed the bug. I screamed. The bug dipped drunkenly through the air and landed behind my piano. I screamed again. My daughters were highly amused. The bug ended up very dead, and we went on with the business of our day. I've got to give credit to Maggie, too, who had the guts (no pun intended) to scoop up the deceased monster and chuck it out the door. I really don't do well with stuff like this. |
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10of my readers are feeling chatty:
Enjoyed reading your post. Reminded me of several situations I had with my son while he was growing up. That you write them down will become gems later on when your children have gone off into the wide world on their own.
Scot
It is amazing that tiny (even the big ones are tiny) creatures can unglue us so...Spiders and centipedes send chills through my spine that only upon confronting one can I remember how horrid it feels at that moment.
I have exactly the same reaction to bugs. My child is only two so I try not to show disgust or fear but it's extraordinarily difficult (and I have failed at it sometimes)
:)
Anyway, I wanted to say that I like your blog.
I really enjoy your blog!
Must have been something about this weekend! Oy! Did you read about the bug in our wood pile??? it was the nastiest thing i have ever seen here, and well i have lived in the area all of my life LOL Even my mom who has lived in Oregon since the 60 had never seen one.
you are HOT!!!
great blog...keep it up.
There's snow.
I count that as a big plus for the wintertime. Snow in the summertime just doesn't really work.
Thanks for all the positive comments!
LOL Ben -- that's assuming one LIKES snow! I'll admit that the first snowfall of the season is magical (if we even get one in Middle Tennessee). But after the first few hours? I'm ready for summer!
LOL I love the bug stories! Hubby use to work for Orkin...So he is my bug killer, remover and preventive front!
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