I don't know WHAT it is...but it's still in there. Let me go back a minute...
Last night when we were putting the kids to bed, I thought I saw something in Ethan's room. Assuming it was just my imagination, I pulled the covers over him and said "good night". That's when it happened. Something from the ceiling buzzed over us that was so big, I actually had to catch myself.
Now, I grew up in the country and was always taught to love and respect nature. My Gram would even go so far as to tell me stories about how each bug or animal had little families. A firefly could be going home for dinner or a frog could be hopping off to a Birthday party. To this day, I won't kill a bug and I move worms off the sidewalk.
This thing had it's own zip code though. It was in my child's room and so help me, it was coming out.
When I froze, Ethan looked up at me from his pillow and asked, "What Mom?" As he turned his glance to where I was staring, the pterodactyl buzzed overhead again. Ethan jumped out of bed in lightening speed and bent down beside me - holding onto my legs.
"What IS IT?!"
It was some kind of moth but it was ENORMOUS. Taking a dive bomb behind Ethan's book shelf, I (who prides myself on not being afraid of bugs) was totally freaking out.
"ADAM! COME IN HERE! NOOOOW!!!"
Hearing the tone in my voice, Adam shot in.
Pointing to the corner behind the bookshelf, I yelled, "It's back there. I'm not getting it." The three other kids ran in after him to see.
"WHAT'S back there?!"
"I don't know what it is. A moth or something, but it's HUGE!"
The biggest smile grew across Adam's face as he turned to me. "Are YOU afraid of a BUG my Country Girl?!"
Shooting him a look I put my hands up and said, "You'll see! Go for it!"
Adam went over and reached back around the bookshelf, he pulled books out, he looked everywhere, but there was nothing.
Ethan and I, still in our "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" position, held onto each other. "It's back there. We saw it fly down."
"Hon, there's nothing back here!"
You know that heeby-jeeby feeling you get when you realize, "Then where IS it?" I started spinning around checking myself and Ethan. I looked up, down, in his bed, on his floor...nothing. Suddenly, it was as though the kids and I got the same exact thought instantaneously and we all shot out of the room slamming the door.
"I'm not going back in there Mom." Ethan said in his bravest voice.
And I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't have wanted to sleep in that room last night either.
So, Ethan slept in his brother's room and we kept the door to the Jurassic Park entrance closed.
I still haven't braved my way back in this morning, but if I don't write another blog...you'll know what happened.
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Last night when we were putting the kids to bed, I thought I saw something in Ethan's room. Assuming it was just my imagination, I pulled the covers over him and said "good night". That's when it happened. Something from the ceiling buzzed over us that was so big, I actually had to catch myself.
Now, I grew up in the country and was always taught to love and respect nature. My Gram would even go so far as to tell me stories about how each bug or animal had little families. A firefly could be going home for dinner or a frog could be hopping off to a Birthday party. To this day, I won't kill a bug and I move worms off the sidewalk.
This thing had it's own zip code though. It was in my child's room and so help me, it was coming out.
When I froze, Ethan looked up at me from his pillow and asked, "What Mom?" As he turned his glance to where I was staring, the pterodactyl buzzed overhead again. Ethan jumped out of bed in lightening speed and bent down beside me - holding onto my legs.
"What IS IT?!"
It was some kind of moth but it was ENORMOUS. Taking a dive bomb behind Ethan's book shelf, I (who prides myself on not being afraid of bugs) was totally freaking out.
"ADAM! COME IN HERE! NOOOOW!!!"
Hearing the tone in my voice, Adam shot in.
Pointing to the corner behind the bookshelf, I yelled, "It's back there. I'm not getting it." The three other kids ran in after him to see.
"WHAT'S back there?!"
"I don't know what it is. A moth or something, but it's HUGE!"
The biggest smile grew across Adam's face as he turned to me. "Are YOU afraid of a BUG my Country Girl?!"
Shooting him a look I put my hands up and said, "You'll see! Go for it!"
Adam went over and reached back around the bookshelf, he pulled books out, he looked everywhere, but there was nothing.
Ethan and I, still in our "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" position, held onto each other. "It's back there. We saw it fly down."
"Hon, there's nothing back here!"
You know that heeby-jeeby feeling you get when you realize, "Then where IS it?" I started spinning around checking myself and Ethan. I looked up, down, in his bed, on his floor...nothing. Suddenly, it was as though the kids and I got the same exact thought instantaneously and we all shot out of the room slamming the door.
"I'm not going back in there Mom." Ethan said in his bravest voice.
And I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't have wanted to sleep in that room last night either.
So, Ethan slept in his brother's room and we kept the door to the Jurassic Park entrance closed.
I still haven't braved my way back in this morning, but if I don't write another blog...you'll know what happened.
Please click the picture of the Mom below for a Vote! Thank You! Muah!
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