....bugs. I hate them. I have to be brave, because I'm the mom, and I try so hard to be a good example. We have these creatures here now that are not native to the U.S.A., they are something out of a nightmare, the stinkbug.
So this fine morning, I decided to start thinking about what to bring on my weekend away with the girls. I have a jean jacket that I haven't worn in a few months, hanging on the hooks on the back of a door, so I thought I'd try it with a dress I was considering. I was smart enough to shake it first, and oh my good gracious, SIX of them fell out. I about hyperventilated. But I had to think fast, and get the toilet paper and pick them up and flush them. They are son-of-a-guns, they try to swim up the edges of the toilet, I even sprayed bleach bathroom cleaner on them, and they just liked it. So I flushed them, HA.
But the damage was done, they terrorized me. I got a hold of myself, gathered the pile of clothes I decided to bring, and since I haven't worn some of them since last winter/late spring, I decided just to wash them all...as I was stuffing them into the washing machine, I felt something crawling on my leg, and yes, another one. I am shuddering here. I know, I am once again a Drama Queen, and I'll live, I'll survive, but I hate them! Once you have that suspicious feeling that they're landing on you everywhere....ugh.
But we won't talk about that anymore, although I do spy one right now and will be certainly getting the vacuum cleaner out as soon as I'm finished blogging...
Here's something interesting: