I hate
bugs.
I know they were here before human
beings and will be here long after I am gone. I also know that I am much bigger than them and I can squish them in an
instant with my big size 9 foot .
But I seriously can’t stand them.
The only ones that don’t freak me out that bad are lightning bugs or
fireflys and ladybugs and butterflys.
All the rest can please vacate my backyard immediately.
The other
day, the kids and I went for a quick morning swim in our luxurious Intex
swimming pool (that I hope to God does not spring another leak so we can make
it through the summer with out buying a new one). All was well and good for about 5 minutes.
Then they came.
It started
out with the big fat bumblebees. Yes, I
know, they are docile and don’t want anything to do with me. But then tell me why do they divebomb my
head???
Then we saw
a wasp and my 7 year old son dove under the water to escape it, thank goodness
he can hold his breath for a while. I believe my unfounded fear of bugs has
transferred itself firmly to my son and is well on it’s way to my two year old
daughter (I have never claimed to be a good Mom nor a brave one).
Third up
was the poisonous looking stripped spider in the corner of the tent used to
shade the swing set area
(What the heck kind of spider is that???)
Lastly was the gigantic beetle in my daughter’s
pool toy
(that beetle is HUGE)
I swear the bugs in my yard are on
steroids. Oh nature gods what have I
done to offend thee that you must send the mutant and most scary insect beings
into my little oasis of a yard. Maybe I
can make them an offering, I’ll sacrifice a can of Raid on a little nature
alter and maybe then they’ll leave our yard alone.
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