Do you see it? It blends into the hardwood floor, which makes it even worse.
So on Saturday, the boy and I were hanging out with a couple friends and we ended up going swimming in the girl's pool. Boy took off his shirts (layers) and left them on the ground near the pool. After, we scoop up the wet clothes and put 'em in a bag and take them home.
The next day, I'm doing laundry and throw his shirts in the pile. I'm pulling them apart when I see this THING on top of the underneath shirt. It's totally close to my finger, so I throw the shirts away from me, not realizing that that's the best way to let the thing loose. So after I stop shivering I realize I need to find it. (Mind you, that morning I had a spider walking on my arm when I was in bed. Bad day.) I start looking on the floor and can't find him. Start to panic, but then he skittles just enough to create contrast. So the first thing I do isn't smoosh (I don't really like to do that anyway, more a catch-and-release program), but take photos. As evidence, because I want boy to feel really bad that I put myself in harm's way to wash his skanky shirt. So I take a couple shots and just as I'm putting the camera away it runs toward the wall and squishes through a gap between the floor and the baseboard (high-quality construction).
Dammit.
So now I have no idea where he is, and I have to wear shoes in my apartment because if I crunch on anything in bare feet ... good lord.
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The other day, I had a huge wasp in my bedroom window, on the inside. I grabbed my dustbuster but decided the wasp was too big to fit through the opening. And I didn't want it flying at me if the dustbuster wasn't strong enough to suck it up.
So I grab the fly swatter. Only the window sill is not flat so my chances of pissing the thing off are a lot higher than me killing it.
My last resort was my vacuum. So I vacuum the thing up. I have one of those vacuums with the clear canister thing so I can see that I sucked it up. Great. Except that I came home from class a few hours later to find the canister wasp-free.
My point: I feel you.
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