This is kind of a creepy crawler edition of Memory Lane Monday…prepare yourself.
On Saturday night, kids in bed, we sit down to watch ‘Yes Man‘. (On a side note…it was a pretty good movie.) Greg and I are snuggled on the couch enjoying the movie and I feel something touch my neck. For a second I thought it was my hair, then I felt it fall down the back of my shirt. I jump up, jiggling my shirt, shouting ‘Bug! Bug!’. The (I’m sure totally terrified) bug falls on to the couch and Greg smooshes it before it can hide between the cushions. We could not identify the mush, but he says he thinks it may have been a silverfish…whatever that is. I’m just thankful it wasn’t a spider.
(Here’s a pic I found on wikipedia…ewww.)
Okay…now for the memory part. This incident coupled with the recent battles with ants and spiders has brought back memories of childhood battles with crickets. We used to live out in the boonies, and there were always crickets in our house…especially in the summer. Their favorite place was in the bathtub, but they were known to also love camping out in the hallway right in front of my room. My parents would awaken in the morning to find couch pillows and shoes littering the hallway. My brother and I used to throw things at the crickets and then when they were covered, run past them into our rooms and shut the door. I actually remember, once when I was sleeping, I was startled awake by something tickling my face. I immediately knew what it was, grabbed it and threw it as hard as I could. I then slept with my head under the covers for the rest of the night. Here’s a pic I found with the help of Google of the type of cricket I used to fight nightly.
Ewww, ewww, ewww!!!