Flash Back Friday- And More Bug Stuff

I deeply apologies for grossing everyone out. I am ashamed that I brought you with me on my trip through bed bug land. I took B to the doc where he got FOUR SHOTS!!! and they said it was probably mosquito's. Deep sigh of relief. But since I did take you there I thought I would share with you a little story that happened to me years ago. Since it is Flash Back Friday I thought I would give it a go. (Warning this story is not for the squeamish)

It was my first year of teaching. I was teaching a class of three year old. That year I had some trouble sleeping so I used to wear an eye mask to help block out the light and let me sleep better. I developed a sty in my eye. It was itchy and red and I thought it was from the mask. I called my Dad and he told me to get a sty kit from the drug store. I followed the directions. I held a hot compress to my eye for 10 min and applied the cleanser suddenly all this white stuff came streaming out of my eye but instead of traveling down my face it ran up into my hair. It was LICE!!!!! I ripped off my clothes and ran in circles screaming trying to get away from my self (that does not work). Apparently the lice had buried themselves into my eye lashes and had laid eggs there. The hot compress had hatched them and the cleanser had sent them running. My boyfriend at the time (yes I was a bad girl and was living in sin) calmly sat me down and picked all the remaining lice out of my eye lashed with a tweezers. After that we got briefly engaged go figure. I still have a scar on my eye lid and I think since that day I've been a little sensitive about bugs on my body. Go figure.

Anyway I apologies for that story too but I just had to share.

That's It! I'm Leaving!

This morning I took B and S to school. It was early in the morning and just one other parent and two teachers were there. B was standing outside the baby room playing with a basket. He turns to the other parent and says I have a little friend in the basket. We ask is it a kitty? he says no. Is it a elephant he laughs no. Is it a raccoon? He hates raccoons so he shakes his head solemnly no..... So the parent moves the basket and guess what is inside..... wait for it....A RAT! A BIG RAT! And my little B has been playing with it. Thank God he was not bitten. It ran out of the basket and into the nursing room where it is waiting for me to nurse. And the topper is the nursing room is next to the room where I am holding a parents breakfast. Welcome parents please ignore my little friend.

Thats it I'm going home pulling the covers over my head and letting this day pass by as quickly as possible.

Taxi!

The Big Bad Bug Killer

I'm not the type of gal who is scared of bugs. I catch fireflies with my son let daddy long legs roam free on my hands I even took B and S to the bug zoo where live spiders hung freely from the walls. But I don't like water bugs! I hate them they freak me out. You think they are dead, that you smashed them, when they get up and make a desperate dash at your feet. They are just ick!

This morning when I got into work one of the teachers rang the buzzer when I went to let her in all I heard was help. I walked to the door and there was the biggest the meanest looking water bug I had ever seen. He even had a little motorcycle jacket and a switch blade. That bug was out for trouble.

Putting my brave face on after all B and S were watching me I grabbed a broom and while squealing away like a little girl I whacked the life out of that bug. I stopped and of course the bug made a dash for me. I nearly fell over my son pushing him out of the way of the blood thirsty 2 inch monster. I smashed him again this time he was bug putty there was no way he was getting back from that one. Until he pulled himself out of the goo and ran at me again and then fell in a heap by my feet. I scooped him up and as the other teacher and I screamed I dumped him outside.

Walking back inside glowing with bravery my son turned to me and said, Mommy water bugs wont hurt you why did you smoosh him? Suddenly I was filled with guilt maybe that bug wasn't so bad. Maybe the little switch blade was being used in defense. Maybe his leather jacket was just a fashion statement and not a gang thing. I... I didn't smoosh him.. I lied...he's fine he's just sleeping. No mommy said B solemnly you killed him! He shook his head and slowly walked away.

Nothing like a little morality lesson first thing before coffee.

My New House Guests

Last night I was up at 3:30am nursing S in the semi darkness when i began to hear a scratching sound coming from the bathroom. I looked around and seeing nothing closed my eyes and tried to catnap but the noise got louder I opened my eyes and there they were two little grey mice sitting in front of me watching me nurse.

Being a rational person I thought it would be best to skip repulsed and jump right to panic. I clutched little S to my chest and slowly pulled my feet up onto the couch while chanting my hubby's name. S noting the change in my voice began to cry. Feeling as though the mice might pull out little switch blades and mug us for our crackers I got more vigilant in my calling. The mice although slightly put out by my yelling seemed unimpressed and looked at each other and shrugged as if to say what's with this lady an began to run around my apartment.

Giving up on my husband I began to call for my dog who came over sniffed the visitors and noting they were not made of peanut butter or any other delicacy then bravely huffed and went back to sleep.

Finally the mice ran out of view and I valiantly grabbed my baby and ran to my husband who after a lot of "Huh what?" and other kinds of deep and spiritual questions commented that he had heard them scuffling around for the last few weeks.

Great! As they seem to be our new house guests maybe tonight I'll get a little tea set and and invite them over for scones.