We just got back from the country, visiting my husband's grandparents. They live in a log house on a lot of land with cows, chickens, a drunk-sounding rooster and about 30 stray cats that keep breeding.
I love going to their house, I really do! However, this weekend I must've been far too detail oriented.
The log house has an extra bedroom built on the back. So when you are sleeping in there, it is a log wall on one side and wood paneling on the other. There's an air conditioner unit in the window with the little window filler thingies to keep out air and critters. Problem? Critters are crafty and find their way in. Between logs. In corners. Under lamp shades. Places they shouldn't be.
So I'm laying in bed taking a nap with my daughter when I notice a mud-dobber flying around. I know they won't hurt me or baby girl, but it is still a creature flying about my head with dangling legs and menacing eyes. Okay, I couldn't see its eyes, but I'm sure they were menacing.
I leap up and get my husband to kill it. He's a man, that's what they do. Jes has explained that to us. He kills it, I think, but can't find it. So I try to lay back down, but now I'm paranoid because there's possibly a half-dead leg dangler seeking revenge.
I finally fall asleep with Isabella curled up next to me. My hand is under the pillow and I feel something kinda gritty, like dirt. Gross, I think. I wipe it off and snooze some more. When I awaken, Isabella is next to me holding a dried up bug head! I yank up my pillow and there's more dried up bug parts! *gag*
Thankfully, we went home that day so no other sleeping was required in the bug romper room. I will, however, be requesting we stay in the bedroom built INSIDE the house next time. How I'll do that without offending anyone has yet to be determined.