Okay. I am sitting here trying to think of something to post, when the yuckiest thing happened.
A few minutes ago Miss 5 came up the stairs in a panic to tell me that she thinks she saw a bee in the house. There has been a really big fat fly (the extra jumbo gross kind) bobbing around inside since yesterday, so I thought that is what she must have seen. (the thing is so big, I didn’t even go after it with the fly swatter because I thought it probably required something bigger like a spatula.) I explained to her that it was just a really big fly and not to worry because flies don’t hurt anyone.
But Mommy, she says, I think Tiny Baby is going to eat it.
No, I tell her. That big fat fly won’t let a baby eat it. It will just fly away if she goes by it.
So, then I came downstairs and I’m just dinking around on the computer- looking at email and facebook and a hilarious Bulgarian version of Married With Children- (http://boingboing.net/2012/03/29/bulgarian-married-with-bulgar.html)
Anyway, I turn around and Tiny Baby is grabbing at something on the carpet, trying to get it into her mouth, and I see that it is not a harmless fly, it is a big fat wasp, and I panicked of course because that is what you do when you see your baby trying to eat a big fat wasp!
Sorry animal lovers, I killed that thing with a boot.
A big Doc Marten, Baby Protecting Boot.
