(I wrote this a week ago when we got to Woodstock and hadn't posted it, but last night ANOTHER mutant came at me and I'm wondering...Is it wrong to kill something if it goes "crunch"?)
I just flicked a jurassic sized ant off my arm and I'm freaking out.
It's our first night in Woodstock and I'm sitting in the living room of the house I rented for the summer while Izzy is at sleepaway camp about an hour away. After a day of driving, unpacking, and stocking a house for the summer, I'm finally able to sit down in front of the tv and relax. So I'm minding my own business, watching "Private Parts" when I feel a little tickle on the back of my neck. I know in the depths of my soul, that something is funky, but I convince myself it was just a loose tendril.
Then I felt it on my arm, I look down and I was seriously looking at the largest ant-shaped creature I've ever seen. I freaked...I flicked...and the thing hit the floor with a thud. SERIOUSLY!
I killed it with a nauseating crunch and sent an e-mail to the poor man renting me the house asking if I should expect more members of the beast's family. If there was any doubt in his mind that I was an idiot after the three calls to him on day one about bedding, grocery stores, and tupperware, there was no longer any question.
Looks like our summer is in full swing.