I think people are purposely out to give me the heebs and the jeebs. Last night sucked. I was up all night, thinking things were crawling on me. My morning shower consisted of boiling the crap out of my skin, peeling off the first layer of my epidermis with a rough loofah brush.
First there was the wolf spider in my room yesterday. I’m glad I wasn’t the one who found it. When I see a spider like that, I unleash what I call the spider scream. Everyone who knows me well has come to recognize the spider scream. A stranger might think I’m being attacked or something.
When I hear ‘OH YUCK’ out of my husband’s mouth, I knew it was bad. My only answer was ‘I don’t want to know’ – even though I already knew without even getting up from my chair in the other room.
Then on Facebook last night – this is why I’m on Facebook less and less these days … the gross factor – some locals posted about finding ticks in their children’s hair, on their legs, etc. etc.
Apparently, because of the mild winter, the entire northeast is in for an invasion this year.
Screw you, mother nature. Oh wait. I’ll blame Al Gore and his bloody global warming.
I think I’d rather deal with spiders. Well, maybe not all of them, since we now have the joy of dealing with brown recluses. FML
Check yourselves and your children daily.