Temporarily Nutso

Can you believe that I am just now posting my first blog today? Yes, I pressed a few articles this morning, but to chat with you I have not. I think it is a first for me. Well my friends gather near and get ready to do a visual in your mind. Here I am, Ms. Innocent, minding my own business.betty boop

Yesterday was not really a bad at all. Other than tears and the usual pains, Al was pretty good. I had a nice calm day. It got later and it was time to give Al his snacks and his medications.

After he finished I changed him and put him in bed, said goodnight and don’t let the bed bugs bite. I turned the ceiling fan off and the lights and headed down the hall to my bathroom.

My hall to my bathroom is dim. It has little miniature lights that put off a soft glow. They are little cows and horses. Yeah, they are so cute. Well anyways, I was barefoot, which is very rare with my bad diabetic feet. farm animals

I went in my bathroom and was sitting on the throne. I was just looking around and then I noticed something at the edge of the doorway. Right where I had just walked past in my bare feet.

It was a spider. Oh my gosh, a spider!spiders_4aI freaked. I hurried and finished my business. If it isn’t a tree-toad in my toilet water it is now a spider. I don’t know how these two buggers got in but they are not welcome. I looked around because I was too scared to walk out the door now with that huge thing standing in the way.

Yes, in my eyes he was huge. I may be taller and bigger but he was huge in my vision. I grabbed my hair spray can. I got as close as I dare get and sprayed him. That sucker jumped and ran for my bedroom door.

Oh no you don’t. I am going to bed. You are not welcome in my room under any circumstances.

I ran past him without thinking and grabbed my fly swatter. Racing back to him I knew that I had stunned him with my frozen stiff spray. I went to swat him and I missed. That stupid sucker jumped again and this time he went under my dresser.

Now I was on a mission. It was him die or me, and it was going to be him. I had nothing at all to defend myself so I just kept swatting at the darkness hoping to bop him a good one. I saw him, YES, I see you and now I am going to beat you down. I swatted a good one. Strike! You are out. I was chalking one up for me.

You have to realize by now it is almost one am and I have to be up with Al in the morning so he can get on the bus. My bedroom lights are not bright. I have a lot of low glows in my room. I like a soft-looking room, a comfy look.moon 5

I looked up after I crushed him and there was Rhino looking at me.  What a lazy cat. He should have had his rear down here smacking that spider silly instead of me. For heaven’s sakes, I have to get up in the morning.rhino on Alvin's bed

I got up and went into the bathroom to get a nice big wad of toilet paper to dispose of the hideous creature. When I got back you will not believe this. That spider was gone. Oh no, I can’t go to bed with a spider on the loose.

Now I was on the war path. I went and got my big tomahawk flashlight. Guaranteed to locate anything in hiding. I looked and I looked but nothing. Where was he, he had to be dazed and dizzy as much hair spray as I had given him. I had even sprayed him with Glade air freshener. So he was dazed but at least he smelled good.

Well nothing and by now it is almost two am. I had to be up in six hours. I had no choice but to go to bed. I asked God to keep that creature a way from me, but just to help myself too, I left the lights on all night and my big flashlight and my fly swatter in hands.

When I woke up this morning I was still holding my weapons and I was tired. It was time to get Al up. I woke up about five minutes before the alarm went off. I cursed the alarm. I wanted more sleep.

I got Al up and fiddled on the computer while the shower girl gave him his shower. Then I had some coffee and a doughnut stick. I got dressed and as soon as I waved goodbye to Al on the bus, I was off to the grocery store. On the weekends it is hard to get out because it is difficult to take Al out, so I try to get everything in hand before he hops off the bus on Friday nights.

I came home and put everything a way. Then I started the JOB. The job of cleaning every nook and cranny looking for the hopefully dead spider. I cleaned the corners, the cobwebs, anywhere a sweeper or hose could reach. I moved my little pieces of furniture.

Nothing, no spider, nada, zip, zero. He was gone or the cat ate him. I was just putting the last of the loose ends a way when it was time to get Al off the bus. A day shot to the winds. No blogging, no goofing off, no chatting. But the good thing is; my room is spotless. But, where is the spider? Will I see him tonight?


They Would Not Listen~

Feet of poor Vietnamese girl. I took this picture.

Feet of poor Vietnamese girl. I took this picture. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Creeping along the corners, catching a glimpse with my eye. Unwanted guests entering  my door, sneaking in without an invitation. Looking up and down I see the swiftness of his movement. I tell him to leave, but he doesn’t listen. I go to the kitchen and take my weapon off of my wall, where it has been resting peacefully all winter long. I ask my brother if he has seen this guest, and he does admit, he has seen several, and wondered if I let them in. I notice that he is already stationed in his chair with his own weapon resting on his lap, ready for action. He is in watchful eye mode. I return to my comfort chair in the living room, and I keep watchful eye on my feet. They seem to like bare feet. Although I took my daily shower this morning, this means nothing to them. As he rests close to me, the thought of him wanting to become closer to me makes me feel so dirty. I pray inside, asking him to go away, and leave me alone. Please don’t touch me. When you touch my hair, it gives me shivers. I wonder what you are doing where I can not see you hiding. Are you calling your friends to come rest on my hair? Do you plan on having a party, without my knowledge? I sit very still, trying to breathe softly. I use my eyes to glance in all directions, fearful of what is coming up behind me, but not daring to move in order to see. It doesn’t matter what room I visit here at home, they follow me. I have seen them sneaking into my kitchen, crawling on my floors. They even visit me when I use the restroom, but the ultimate, is when they visit me at night. Afraid to lay my covers at the end of the bed, when I get too warm, for fear they will attack me. Leaving their mark where ever they land. They try to make me giggle, by softly landing on my nose, or on my finger. I have told them and warned them to leave, but they are not taking my warning. I hate being ignored. Now, I mean business. This game is over. I tried softly speaking. I tried screaming. I even opened the door allowing them to leave with no punishment and no words said. I am out of patience. Now I shall show them who is boss of this kingdom. I stand in the middle of my living room, with a fly swatter in one hand, and fly killer spray in the other. I shall win!!