Being in Texas, Iowa and then Texas within such a short span of time has really messed with my head. When we walked in the door at 1:30 Monday morning, I felt like I had been gone for a week. (But unfortunately it had only been 36 hours. I could have used days and days more in The Iowa!)
When I’m sitting still and it’s quiet, I still kind of feel like I’m moving. It’s very strange. But that’s roadbuzz for ya…
On Monday night, I somehow succeeded at getting all the beef my Pops sent home with us in my freezer (I had doubts that it would fit), got dinner on the table, made menus and a grocery list, did two loads of laundry, and went to the mall with Joey. All this and I still got in bed by 8:00 and was out well before 8:30.
This morning, however, I awoke feeling very tired and fuzzy, despite my 10 hours of sleep. I stumbled into the bathroom to wash my face and, hopefully, wake up a little bit. But then I saw it on the wall.
“Joey! I need you,” I yelled. (He was still asleep even though his alarm had gone off at least once already.)
“Whaaaat….” he mumbled.
“I need you really bad, there’s a weird bug on the wall and I can’t kill it. I never saw its like before and I’m not touching it.” I was staring at the bug; it was disgusting. 
“You used to kill bugs all the time…you’ve gotten really wimpy since we got married,” Joey said, stumbling into the bathroom without his glasses.
“I know, but this bug is giving me the wibbly-jibblies and plus I need you to kill the icky bugs because you’re the man. See how much more brave than me you are?” I said.
It took him about twenty more minutes before he finally got around to squashing the grody bug. During that time, I had one eye on the mirror as I was getting ready, and one eye on the bug to make sure it didn’t escape before Joey killed it.
The bug is dead and gone now. And I am going grocery shopping tonight. Hopefully by tomorrow everything will be all back to normal and I can function like a human instead of a zombie.
Hey girl, I was cleaning in Guest Housing with my back to the window and I saw this thing out of the corner of my eye fall out of the curtain. It totally freaked me out when I saw it. It was long like that one, but had a ton of really long spiderly legs and then two really long antenneas and then it was all striped. When I hit it, most of the legs fell off, but it was really squirmy. It took me a while to totally get it, even when it was dead, out of the room. Bugs like that that I don’t recognize really make me jibbly. I fully empathize.
Ahh! I hate those! If I’m right…it looks like one of those NASTY earwigs, which give me the eebie-jeebies and creeps for real! They are my LEAST favorite bug! I Hate, Hate, Hate them…but, even if I’m wrong and it’s not one of those earwig things…it’s still nasty looking and I don’t like it. At all. I think my fear for those earwig looking things came from a Star Trek episode I SHOULDN’T have watched when I was little.
P.S. I know “hate” is a strong word…mamma always said…but that’s a nasty bug. I don’t feel guilty.