I Am Such a Girl

So I ran outside tonight, and apparently while out there, so big ol' bug landed on my shirt. I didn't realize this of course and innocently came back inside. I went to the bathroom to...well, go to the bathroom *snort* and felt this tickle on my back. I reached back and felt this bug. Now, let me just clarify, I didn't freak out at this point. I held my cool. Really.

So I brush it off. This BIG ASS black thing flies around me and lands in my PANTS! I...the complete and utter girl I am, shriek like a banshee, kick my pants to the side and run. Thank GAWD, it's past bedtime and no one was around to see me streaking to my room.

So I'm in my room trying to breath and, you know, find something to cover my lower half with. There's a knock at my door, it's my thirteen year old son.

"Mom? What's wrong? See a spider or something?" (*sigh* there, cat's out of the bag. I'm a complete wimp when it comes to spiders and big mutant bugs)

"No!" I yell through the door. "There's some big bug thing in the bathroom."

Silence. Then "I don't see anything."

"It's in my pants!"

"Uh how'd it get in there?" At this point, I KNOW I hear laughter in his voice.

I explain the whole thing--through the door, and he says. "Hold on. I'll take care of it."

I hear muffled words (later realize he's exclaiming how big the thing is and how hard it is to squish), then "It's safe to come out now. It's dead and I flushed it."

I come out, and he proceeds to tell me how it was this beetle type thing that had some kind of pincers. Um didn't need to know that, thank you, my boy.

So I've learned a few things tonight.
1) I'm a wimpy girl.
2) I can shriek VERY loudly.
3) There's some kind of mutant bug population in this great state.
4) Thirteen year old sons totally rock and will rescue you when you really need it.

Okay, back to writing now that my heart has recovered.

~J