Monday, July 07, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
wigged out
Family members will recognize the gesture I am doing in the above photo. Then they will shudder.
Growing up, our household would have an occasional infestation of (click here at your own risk) earwigs, or as we for some reason called them, "pointer bugs." My mom abhorred them so much, that she wouldn't even like us to mention that we encountered one. Thus the above hand gesture was born to silently communicate to others that we had visitors of the small, shiny, black, pincher wielding variety.
I also can't see one without thinking of (AGAIN click at your own risk)this scene from Star Trek The Wrath of Kahn.
Today, one such little fellow (or gal) interrupted J's block building in the living room. "A BUG! A BUG! GET HIM MOMMY!" Was quickly followed by "DON'T KILL HIM!PUT HIM OUTSIDE!" Several fumbling, yelping attempts (on my part) to get him onto a piece of paper and out the screen door followed. J shouted out after him, "You don't live here, go to your mommy!"
Go to your mommy indeed, little varmint!