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Monday, October 10, 2005And Now, Back to Your Regularly Scheduled WeirdnessEric and I were enjoying our morning coffee when we noticed almost-ten-year-old Rachel walking toward the front door with a small sprinkling can. We stopped talking for a moment and watched her. "Aww," I said quietly, thinking it was cute that Rachel was helping to water Daddy's flowers without having been asked. "What is she watering?" Eric asked. It occurred to me that, perhaps, there weren't any flowers to water, after all. Eric got up and followed Rachel out to the front porch. After about a minute, he returned to the sofa. "I knew it looked suspicious," he said. Evidentally, Rachel had encounted a large centipede in the upstairs family room, and, in a fit of horror, had doused the hapless creature with glue. Yes, glue. Then she'd felt guilty for gumming the little guy up. So she scooped him up with a piece of manilla paper and carried him to the front porch. And -- you guessed it -- she filled the sprinkling can with water in order to rinse off the sticky centipede. To unglue him, as it were. Daddy had caught her halfway through the centipede-rinsing. The manilla paper was in her opposite hand, forgotten in the midst of the rescue, dripping big, white blobs of glue all over the doormat. "Be careful on the front porch," Eric said. "The mat is rather wet and...gluey." Several minutes later, Rachel skipped through the living room. "He was all clean and he crawled away," she said cheerfully. From attempted murder to emancipation -- all in the space of ten minutes. And so, life in the Boehme Hoehme is up and running, albeit a bit on the slow side for a still-recovering Mother Hen. Oy. |
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11of my readers are feeling chatty:
hehehe,
I DETEST bugs--especially anything with "pede," in its name...It sickens me to think the pede could have survived the glue treatment...at least I know not to go with glue next time I see one.
Glad that you are feeling a little better. I am sure it will be a long road of recovery, but at least you won't be bored with your children around...:)
(((((hugs)))))-very gentle.
teeheeheee! love it!
ROFL!!! Too cute!! Note to self: Glue does not kill centipede's! Use a shoe instead. hee hee
I was anticipating that her skipping feet would carry glue residue from the mat all across your nice clean carpet.
I hear flame throwers are good for centipedes. They wreak havoc on the furniture though.
Take care,
CheezWeezil
The Other, other white meat
Poor thing. She was just a little stuck on him. :)
That's rather cute. I'm glad it worked out well for her :)
I've heard of kids making a pasta collage, but one out of caterpillars is a first.
Flame throwers?
Dave, you make me feel positively normal. Really, you do!
We've got hardwood floors downstairs, so that would've curtailed a "glue on the carpet" story at any rate.
ME Strauss -- Would you be offended if I gave you the "worst pun of the day" award? ;o)
From a Dad's perspective, I was horrified as I watched water being poured all over my front mat, sreading Elmer's Glue (albeit diltued) everywhere.
I knew she was not going out to water the plants on the front porch. It was not full moon and I had not asked her to do that.
As I watched the centipede wiggle with white glue, I realized the rest of the glue was pouring out of the paper in Rachel's right hand in concentrated form, all over the front porch.
I had to sit down and have a cup of coffee.
Eric, Rachel's Dad - Jil's husband.
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Jill:
Someday when I am rich and famous, you can call in on a radio show and tell them that you knew me when I wasn't rich and famous and I was a screwball.
Dave the Poop/P-Meister
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