Hey All!
I totally cracked up at Karen Kelly’s cricket story. It reminded me of when my youngest was around two years old. He used to get really mad when I put my long hair in any version of a pony tail. It took me a long time to figure out why—it usually meant he was going to babysitting at the gym.
Duh. I should have put that together faster. By the way, he liked babysitting okay, he just preferred not being rushed in the morning.
So one morning I bent down to put my blow dryer away just as my little son walked in. When I straightened up from the cupboard, he was staring at my long hair, but he didn’t say anything. Just stared.
I smiled and said, “Honey, we’re not going to the gym today.”
He stayed silent and kept staring. I started to get a weird feeling. And I noticed that he was staring specifically at the right side of my hair. I was just about to ask him why when I FELT SOMEHTNG MOVE IN MY HAIR!
I screamed like girl (I’m not normally a screamer), jumping around and trying to get the CRICKET OUT OF MY HAIR! Finally a big, black ugly thing fell to the ground. I looked at my son and saying, “Why didn’t you tell me!”
“I dunno.” He turned and went to play with his trucks.
Now I had a cricket jumping around my bedroom. But I was not going to let the invader get the best of me. I called out for my middle son. He was about four or five. He came running in, “What Mommy?”
“Cricket! Can you get it?” I pointed to the bug.
Middle son snapped into action. The neighbor across the street taught him how to catch a cricket in his hand. He snatched up the bug in his chubby little boy hands, took it outside and set it free. (I made him wash his hands which he considered a small price to pay for catching a bug.)
That’s my cricket story. We’ve heard Karen’s too. Do you have a bug story? Snake stories are fine too, but just so you know, I am AFRAID OF SNAKES!
My phobia is spiders. I remember one time having gone down the stairs to the basement, and when I went to come back up there were two spiders on the floor between me and the stairs. I had to call my son to come downstairs, his comment as soon as I yelled for him – was okay where are they………
But he did come rescue his mother…..
Cryna, kids like the opportunity to laugh at us, huh? But they do come through when we need them!
My cat once brought me home a snake and laid it on the front step. I freaked out.
It was only a garden variety type snake, but … holy cow!
PattiF, I’d freak out too! Wow, a snake. I know the cat meant it as a good thing, but a snake-ewww!
I am deathly afraid of frogs. I hate them. Everyone knows this so it apparently gives them the freedom to torture me. LOL I also hate snakes and lizards.
I live in Florida and we have Palmetto bugs, which are pretty much roaches on crack and steroids. These things fly! Well, the other day I was taking a shower when all of a sudden I feel like someone’s watching me. Lo an behold, I look up to see this HUGE Palmetto Bug sitting on top of my shower! I started yelling and ran out of the shower, buck nekkid, shampoo flowing out of my hair..
so, yeah, I think I’m afraid of those!
PattyL, I can’t say I want a frog jumping on me either!
Brownone, I’ve heard of those! I don’t want that kind of company when I’m showering ether!