Okay, way too long since my last post, but I SWEAR I have good reason. First off, I've been sick. I promise I'm going to the doctor next week to figure out what in Hades is going wrong. But first, I must tell you of my most recent encounter with a mythological fiend. A caveat to this would be that my ONLY fear with bugs is cockroaches... too many "too close for comfort" occasions. Having lived on a military installation more than once, I have developed a respectful , yet obsessive fear of roaches.
I swear the crafty not-a-cockroach sucker was two feet long (some may repute that, but I'm sticking to my story). So, I'm walking nonchalantly to the bathroom... Wait, let explain something about my background first... I have lived in Arizona before... For FIVE years. And, I have never actually seen a scorpion, so I wasn't expecting to see one anytime soon. I move back, and less than five months go by, and one shows up in my hallway, on the tile floor, four feet from the bathroom. Like a true child of the Midwest, I appropriately freak the crap out. Things with stingers... NOT so good! It certainly didn't help that I recently saw "The Clash of the Titans" in the last few weeks. Tank sized scorpions have kind of been in the back of my mind. So, you can imagine my horror when I see one, sitting on my floor on the middle of the hallway, right in front of the bathroom door.
The enormous monster that had to be at least a foot in length was front of me and was MORE than enough to keep me paralyzed for an indeterminable amount of time. I then sanely (IN NO WAY) referred to hubby's best friend to deal with said monstrosity. Turns out, the thing was already dead, and maybe an inch and a half long. I have officially resigned my post as the Man of the House! I must cry "Uncle"!
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