It's spring, you point out. Well, duh. That's not my point. My point is, why, when dear husband is out of town, do they come crawling inside? Last night there was a centipede sprinting across my floor. That is the third one I've seen in my lifetime. And all three, right where I call home. I could just DIE looking at them - they are so gross. Instead I drown them in spider spray and hope for the best. Geesh.
You know something? A few years back, when I was still living with Mom and Dad, my pop was out of the country for a bit - and the spiders crawled right on in. Just ask my mom. She likes to tell the story of a spider who became trapped under a jar... and remained there until my dad returned to the good old U.S. of A. And you know what? My husband just happens to be fishing out of the country this week, and here are all these crazy multi-legged THINGS in my house! I mean, granted, he's only in Canada - but really. It's like those freakish beasts have some sort of sense telling them I am unprotected.
(Shiver.)
2 comments:
You're a wuss! And what does this have to do with nursing, anyway? Unless it's this: how can you shudder at a centipede but not, say, pus? I don't get it.
Signed,
Your brother
Heh. 'Wuss' is a silly word. And I don't think pus has anything on centipedes. For one, pus can't move. It can't scurry, it can't climb... and it certainly can't sprint. Plus, pus doesn't bite. Although I will give you that pus does carry nasty little germs, I can handle it with gloves and it won't get away from me. Plus I don't have to worry about pus climbing all over me while I am sleeping. Understand? And what does this all have to do with nursing? Nothing! I'm ALL DONE. Click back August 29.
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