November 23, 2012
Bugged
So earlier today, at my folks house, I was getting of the shower when I heard a scream...not an "eek!" a scream that could wake the dead. I threw a towl around me and ran out as my mom shouted in a hysterical pleading horrified voice..."GET DOWN HERE NOW"
I was halfway down the stairs when she ran into the living room and looked up at me with a face that could only mean someone died.
I was almost to the bottom when she said..."There's a stinkbug in the kitchen on the..."
...back up the...stairs into the bathroom, I quickly dried and put on pants as she began shouting stinkbug status reports with the urgency and intensity of Herbert Morrison covering a dirigible crash. "It's at the edge of the fan! It's right there. It's walking to the end! GET IN HERE!"
Oh the humanity..
She then ran into the living room and stopped me wanting to know why i had turned around to which I replied "...pants..."She explained that she couldn't reach the ceiling fan and the stinkbug was right over the cake mix and THANKSGIVING WAS GOING TO BE RUINED and I had to prevent the stinkbug from falling in the cake-mix (or the gravy) and....
I couldn't get into the kitchen from the dining room because she was standing in my way explaining so I went around and entered the kitchen through the hallway.
No stinkbug.
I searched. I searched. No stinkbug.
She ran and got my dad from the garage and the two of us did a thorough stinkbug sweep...but the stinkbug had left.
Or had it?
She glared in horror at the cake mix, the sugar and the gravy.
There was a good 15 minutes of dad and I sifting and pouring before we could convince her that the stinkbug had not buried itself in her ingredients and had simply flown away.
In fairness she'd been working on this for a VERY long time.
In any event Thanksgiving dinner was awesome...despite the knowledge that somewhere out there the stinkbug still lurks.
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I was halfway down the stairs when she ran into the living room and looked up at me with a face that could only mean someone died.
I was almost to the bottom when she said..."There's a stinkbug in the kitchen on the..."
...back up the...stairs into the bathroom, I quickly dried and put on pants as she began shouting stinkbug status reports with the urgency and intensity of Herbert Morrison covering a dirigible crash. "It's at the edge of the fan! It's right there. It's walking to the end! GET IN HERE!"
Oh the humanity..
She then ran into the living room and stopped me wanting to know why i had turned around to which I replied "...pants..."She explained that she couldn't reach the ceiling fan and the stinkbug was right over the cake mix and THANKSGIVING WAS GOING TO BE RUINED and I had to prevent the stinkbug from falling in the cake-mix (or the gravy) and....
I couldn't get into the kitchen from the dining room because she was standing in my way explaining so I went around and entered the kitchen through the hallway.
No stinkbug.
I searched. I searched. No stinkbug.
She ran and got my dad from the garage and the two of us did a thorough stinkbug sweep...but the stinkbug had left.
Or had it?
She glared in horror at the cake mix, the sugar and the gravy.
There was a good 15 minutes of dad and I sifting and pouring before we could convince her that the stinkbug had not buried itself in her ingredients and had simply flown away.
In fairness she'd been working on this for a VERY long time.
In any event Thanksgiving dinner was awesome...despite the knowledge that somewhere out there the stinkbug still lurks.
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