Summer is time for fun in the sun and fresh veggies from the garden, but it's prime time for creepy crawly things too.
And you know how I feel about those.
On the ick scale, Lady Bugs and Roly-Polys rank as damn near benign and almost cute. Butterflies and moths are ok, as long as there aren't a zillion of them, such as during the Miller Moth invasion that swept the west almost 20 years ago.
Everything else scares the dickens out of me.
A few weeks ago I stumbled into the kitchen early in the morning to make coffee. The first thing I do is turn on the water to let it run for a minute or two to blow the pipes out. Don't ask me why, but our water comes from a reservoir, and that's what we've been instructed to do.
Anyway, I dumped the old coffee grounds in the trash and brought the coffee-ground-holder-thingy to the sink to rinse out.
There was a HUGE, I mean HUGE black spider in the sink. That monstrosity was at least 2 inches across.
I ran like hell down the hall, screaming my head off, and dragged hubby out of bed.
Maybe I even peed a little.
Then I hid in the bathroom quivering, until he disposed of it.
A couple of seconds later, there was a tap-tap-tap at the door.
"Did you get it?" I whimpered.
I opened the door and recoiled in horror. He was holding it by the leg.
Is this it?
It wasn't a spider. It was the top of a vine-ripened tomato that I'd served with dinner the night before.
That said, when I read in the news about the Colorado man who had five bumps on his scalp that were MOVING and turned out to be hairy fly larvae, I've been checking every single bump or itchy spot on my body.
Over and over again.
Even though I've never been to Belize.
And I'm never going there. No way. No how.