Monday Memories

The butterfly bush is quickly fading, but I came across this image that I forgot about, and it made me smile.

We spent the weekend in Philly, and I didn't take a single photo, so this will have to do! For more Best Shot Monday, visit Mother May I.

SPIDER! Must Stop!*

Spiders. My life is overrun with spiders.

I appreciate that all creatures have their place in nature. Even bees, which I kind of hate, perform certain important tasks, like pollinating my garden. Likewise, spiders, while not my favorite bug on the block, eat up other, more pesky bugs. In general, I say live and let live when it comes to the eight legged set.

Until they invade. I don't know if it's everywhere or just here, but it's like we're running some kind of arachnid club med. In the yard they've spun a web in every conceivable nook and cranny. But the worst is on the porch.

Our porch is screened in, but not enclosed. I think that's the crux of the problem. The gaps in the screen doors are ample enough to allow ants and flies in, and when there is an abundance of ants and flies spiders are sure to follow. We also have an abundance of toys on the porch. Riding toys and tonka trucks and the like, the undersides of which make for lovely little spider nests. Not for catching flies, of course, but for hatching their little progeny.

Gross.

You know it's bad when we consider throwing toys away rather than killing and cleaning the ka-jillion baby spider carcasses from their undersides.

So today I spent over an hour outside with my trusty Dyson sucking up webs and bugs and spiders galore. I'm hoping that the whirling vortex inside the canister was enough to kill them.

But just to be safe, I'm making SOB take it down to the street to empty it.

*I may perhaps be inclined to send a prize to the first person who correctly identifies the song and artist this title references.

My Secret Fear of Bees

A long time ago, I developed a severe and somewhat irrational fear of bees. I say 'somewhat' because even though the event that formed the root of my fear was totally traumatizing, intellectually I know that bees are not the big baddies my brain makes them out to be.

My subconscious, however, isn't convinced.

It was July and my brother's birthday. I can't quite recall, but I know it was somewhere in the eight, nine or ten age range for him because I was on the cusp of puberty. We usually had semi-big parties for his birthday, since the summertime afforded more space for rambunctious guests. The usual family, friends and neighbors were there.

Growing up I was the only girl in the neighborhood. One neighbor had four sons, another had two and yet another had one. And then there was my brother and me. Naturally I was rather tom-boy-ish, but by fifth grade I was already sporting tiny breast buds and well aware that play time as usual was probably going to change. So was this one neighbor kid named Tim, who used to pinch my bottom and offer up what he though were encouraging words on my new, um, developments.

Anyway, my brother's birthday party. We were all playing outside and running around, consuming near fatal doses of sugary soda and cake with everyone under the age of twelve and over the age of two. A game of hide-and-seek commenced, and I volunteered to help my cousin Nicole, as she was one of the youngest kids playing. We decided to hide under the shrubs in front of my house, and she easily scootched her little three year old self into the perfect hiding spot. As you can imagine, my ten, eleven or twelve year old body didn't fit quite as well. As I crawled into place, I dislodged a hornets' nest above me. Luckily, it wasn't super big, but it landed squarely on the middle of my back.

It only took a few seconds for me to realize what was going on. I grabbed my cousin and literally tossed her over the porch railing and started screaming. As I tried to make my way out of the shrubs I inadvertently grabbed a handful of the nest when I reached for some limbs to hold onto. I was getting stung all over my back, neck, head and now my right hand.

When I finally separated myself from the shrubbery, a crowd was waiting. One neighbor, who was a nurse, took charge of the situation. I had a countless number stinging insects trapped inside my clothing, so she immediately starting stripping me down in the middle of my front yard. Once she had me naked, save for my underpants, she instructed me to get into the shower. My mom came with me. I thought she was there to kill off the remaining hornets that were trapped in my hair, but more likely she was there to make sure I wasn't going to pass out or have an allergic reaction.

The whole ordeal probably only lasted two or three minutes, but it felt like an eternity. In the end I only suffered just under two dozen stings. They were painful, but a little aspirin paste applied to the sites helped ease the pain. However, the humiliation of having my entire family, my entire neighborhood and my brother's entire hockey team see my nearly naked body as I flapped and screamed in the front yard is something that still makes me cringe today.

All of this is my very long way of trying to make amends for totally knocking over an old man last week while trying to dart away from a bee. I hope that by sharing this humiliating story with the world wide internets I'll earn some sort of cosmic forgiveness.

Next time, ask me to tell you about the time I got head lice.

Back at Home (And This Week's Theme!)

We're back on home turf. My computer is potentially fixable, according to the Apple Genius Bar peeps. It'll take a while and cost more than what I carry in my wallet, but it should be coming back to mama good as new in a few weeks. So when you see vacation pics in two weeks, you'll know everything is back as it should be!

After two days of rain at the beach, today was a gloriously sunny surprise. We spent most of the day tending to our garden and plants. In only one week, almost everything doubled in size. And so did the weeds. After I was done pulling out what seemed like a metric ton of crab grass, I just sat my sweaty ass down on the front steps. I glanced over at my Gerber daisy and saw that it was crawling with giant ants. After I got over the creepies, I grabbed my camera.

Visit Tracy at Mother May I to see what everyone else has to share this week!

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So on Saturday we were driving home and my parents stayed until yesterday and all of a sudden it's Monday and I realized I never posted this week's theme!

Week 9 Theme: Sunny

Vacation was all sunshine until the very end, it's been sunny since we've been home, and we've been delighted. So come back on Thursday and share your sunny photos!