There's a chainsaw in my bathroom. There's the top half of my husband's dresser sitting in our living room right next to the fire place "out of the way." There's a flyswatter hanging right next to my cutting board, and my kitchen table is covered with so many things, I can't seem to remember its color.
I guess sometimes, you just have those kind of days...well, maybe not.
I killed a HUGE bee in the kitchen today. Was getting dressed for work when I heard a tremendous buzz coming from somewhere. I started to duck and look over my head, but couldn't see anything. I went down to the kitchen and saw Mosely staring at a humongous bee flying into the light and into the wall. I ended up using the flyswatter to knock that sucker into the stove, where I proceeded to smash it to death. Violent perhaps, but I didn't want it stinging my baby.
I'm so sick of stinkbugs, big black ants, little black ants, bees, and spiders. I have to pretend that I don't know these insects reside within our humble abode. Wishing I could escape the insects and the creepy feeling I get when I finally come face to face with one.
