A while back I wrote about how the spiders had all left our basement after the major renovation we did earlier this spring. Apparently all the fresh paint and new epoxy made them feel like foreigners, so they retreated and took residence in the rest of our house. Well, slowly the bugs have returned to their original dwelling.
About a week ago my least favorite bug in the world was on the wall next to the washing machine–a centipede! Oh how I hate centipedes. I even dislike them more than earwigs! I remained calm–didn’t even scream. I retrieved the fly swater and said good-bye to the poor little critter. I then felt sick to my stomach for the next hour and made Aaron clean up the carcass once he came home from work.
Last night, however, something worse happened. I was picking up a few pieces of laundry in the basement when suddenly I noticed a centipede crawling on my shirt! This time I did not remain calm but screamed until Aaron came to rescue me. That centipede had crossed the line! How dare he think he could crawl on me? Yuck! I woke up in the middle of the night dreaming that Kayla and I found some centipedes in the kitchen. Luckily it was just a dream.
Now I have to overcome my fear of the basement … again. 🙂
I know this is not funny, but I got a good laugh out of it any way I could picture you in your basement screaming for Aaron. What would you have done had he been at work? (My co-worker just asked me what I was laught about.)