So you know in the cartoons, when a bear disturbs a beehive, and the bees swarm the bear and chase him all over the place? My cabin was like that.
Minus the beehive, minus the bear, and minus the bees. But then, plus mosquitoes.
It was ridiculous. I would look down and they were covering my pants. Sometimes I thought I was wearing a swarm of mosquitoes. They'd buzz all around me, smacking their little straw lips. And they buzz in my ears and I hated it. Because, hey, I don't know how to speak mosquito.
I was destroyed. Death by West Nile carriers. Even when I had bug repellent on me.
Oh, and also, how do you feel about ticks? Because I am scared of them. And one night I went to take a shower [yes, hot, running water at my cabin; a recent and lovely addition], and I announced to my family, "If I find a tick on me, I'm going to scream."
So as I was preparing to take a shower, I looked down and the cutest little arachnid was crawling upon my clothing. Cute, meaning disturbing. Arachnid, meaning a fellow named Tick. Clothing, meaning my underwear.
Yes, it is true.
And so I died. Twice.
And the tick died. Once. By being flushed down the toilet.
Goodbye, Tick.
Minus the beehive, minus the bear, and minus the bees. But then, plus mosquitoes.
It was ridiculous. I would look down and they were covering my pants. Sometimes I thought I was wearing a swarm of mosquitoes. They'd buzz all around me, smacking their little straw lips. And they buzz in my ears and I hated it. Because, hey, I don't know how to speak mosquito.
I was destroyed. Death by West Nile carriers. Even when I had bug repellent on me.
Oh, and also, how do you feel about ticks? Because I am scared of them. And one night I went to take a shower [yes, hot, running water at my cabin; a recent and lovely addition], and I announced to my family, "If I find a tick on me, I'm going to scream."
So as I was preparing to take a shower, I looked down and the cutest little arachnid was crawling upon my clothing. Cute, meaning disturbing. Arachnid, meaning a fellow named Tick. Clothing, meaning my underwear.
Yes, it is true.
And so I died. Twice.
And the tick died. Once. By being flushed down the toilet.
Goodbye, Tick.
5 comments:
I laughed out loud at this.
And died for you.
Dyeath.
Oh. My. Gosh.
I'm sorry, Q.
Your writing is awfully larry, though. :)
You're wonderful. It's a good thing you didn't get eaten alive by Tick.
Yeah, you kind of freaked out a little. And...I really can't blame you! Ewwww!!!!
This is a well-told story. I'm glad you survived to tell it.
Haha. Funny post, made me laugh. I took my girls to the park the other day and Sophie had to use the restroom. As I was helping Demi wash her hands, Sophie came screaming, and she can scream, out of the restroom stall. She said there was a mosquito. I really don't think she knows what a mosquito looks like because every time she sees a fly she thinks it is a mosquito. But she is extremely afraid of them.
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