Thursday, July 01, 2010
The saga continues. In the last week there was the flight of the bats. A tree frog jumped on my bare foot when I opened the bathroom door. Prompting a squeal. A squirrel stood on its hind legs and looked in the bedroom door. All true.
What the heck is going on? Have I become the mistress of a jungle menagerie or something?
Cut to Tuesday evening when I had a couple of friends over for dinner. I seldom turn on the overhead lights in the house since I prefer table lamps or candles. But in this case I turned the overhead light on in the dining room while we were eating.
Fred, of Ron and Fred fame told me to look up at the light. Others might be embarassed by their lack of housekeeping abilities, not I. My first thought and comment was "Is it moving?" When it was established that it wasn't, I was so relieved. We all chuckled that the bane of my existence was captured right above my head. YUK!
Last year I had my first episode of being stung by one of those devils and it hurt like hell. On Saturday night I opened the bathroom door to go in and happened to look up and their was the BIGGEST scorpion I've ever seen. I slammed the door all the while praying he would stay right there while I gathered my weapons of mass destruction.
Upstairs I went for the spray starch which is used to freeze them in place. No spray starch. Damn. So I got the big fly swatter. Came down, put on my longsleeved robe and socks so IF it leapt it would not land on my skin. Pretty smart, huh? Got the step ladder and then gently opened the door. HE WAS STILL THERE. I carefully got on the top step of the ladder and hit the scorpion so he would fly into the shower stall. He did. I pulled the curtain back and mass destructed him. Double yuk. I use tons of toilet tissue to pick him up. Just in case one of those limbs could hurt me.
Yowsa, that is NOT how a single woman should be spending a Saturday night. With an animal! A bug no less.