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March 31, 2000
Bug bits. bleah.
So I woke up pretty cheerful this morning. I puttered around the house getting ready for work, watching the news, petting the unusually-clingy cat (she kept trying to climb into my lap, even when I was standing up. Ouch.) I had a few extra minutes before I needed to go catch the bus, so I figured I'd call Barry at work, to see how his morning was going. He tells me that the cat found a bug this morning -- always a traumatic experience for her; she HATES bugs. She had a bad experience with a ladybug once, but that's another story altogether. So he tells me she found a bug.
Me: "Was it a big bug?"
Barry: "Pretty big, yeah."
Me: "How big?"
Smoke: "MEOW!" (I think the translation was, "IT TRIED TO KILL ME!")
Barry: "Huge, actually. I had to rescue her from it."
Me: "Oh, no wonder she's so upset. What happened to the big scary bug?"
Barry: "Oh, I disposed of it."
And that, I thought, was that. I reassured the poor cat that the bug was gone, nothing more to worry about... and then I went to wash the dishes. Turned on the water, grabbed the dishsoap... hmmm, what's this weird crunchy thing on the sponge? "YYYEEEEAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" I found the bug. By "disposing" of it, Barry meant "I squashed it with the sponge, then threw the sponge back into the sink. Surprise!" And man, that was one big bug. 820 legs, 32 sets of big bulgy eyes... fangs dripping venom... on the dish sponge. Ick. Bleah. Gag. Feh. Luckily we had a new sponge under the sink, so I could throw away the bug-tainted one. Feh.
In Barry's defense, he has been getting up at 4 a.m. for work lately, and he hasn't been feeling well. I'm sure he asn't thinking terribly clearly when Smoke's bug crisis occurred, otherwise he would have been expecting the indignant phone call he got from me after I found the remains.
So that was my morning. How was yours?
Posted by Mary Ellen at March 31, 2000 12:49 PM