Bubby was napping, Bugaboo was sort-of napping, and I was chopping vegetables for tonight's dinner. For some reason I looked up at my kitchen ceiling, and I almost screamed. A very nasty looking bug was there just hanging out- in my house - where I am constantly cleaning off counter and table tops, and dishes are always put in the dishwasher and the floors are vacuumed every other day - so there should not be any bugs. But there he was, taunting me because I had no idea how to get him down without having him fall on me or run and hide somewhere. I called The Hubs, but as luck would have it he was between classes and a client, so I had to put on my big girl panties and take care of it. (The Hubs did suggest using The Swiffer to get the bug, which was excellent because it provided some distance between the bug and me.) Armed with a paper towel covered Swiffer and hurrying because Bugaboo was now up and crying, I attacked. The bug fell onto my floor. I whacked him again, but he kept moving. Two more hits, and he looked dead, so with more paper towel I went to grab him. But you know how in scary movies the bad guy some how leaps up from the ground to get one more round in even though he should be dead - yeah - the bug waved his leg (or antenae) at me and managed to catch me off guard. Whack! I smooshed that nasty thing and threw him in my trash. And I still feel like I could throw up. I hope if he has any friends they got the message and are not going to enter my house.
Blah. I really could throw up.
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