I was viciously attacked by a bug this morning. Okay, not really but it seemed that way. So here is my gift to you today, a good laugh at my spastic attempt to flee a harmless bug. Although I am still recovering from a week of being ill (all I really have left is a cough, and about 40% of my voice is back) I got dressed this morning in order to help in the yard. I mowed while Casey weeded and did some other things in the yard (we are trying to get it ready for the boys birthday party next weekend). As I walked into the garage to get the mower (Casey was in the shop) there was a odd bug on the steering wheel. I at first thought walking stick but then realized it looked more like a Praying Mantis. Well, I wanted it OFF the mower so I could get on it. I gently prodded it with a stick to get it to move along, I had NO IDEA these suckers could FLY. It made a beeline for me, I panicked, turned and took a few quick steps. Thinking it had gone I turned around to see the vicious, wide eyed bugger right in my face, being the SPAZ that I am I turned to run some more tripped over something (okay really nothing) and whacked my knee on a rock. Mind you I had been “screaming” for help from Casey the whole time but he couldn’t hear me because my scream was a hoarse one and my calls for help went unheard. I pick myself up and upon seeing no sign of the blood thirsty bug I limped into the shop convinced I should just go back in the house and lay on the couch the rest of the day. I relay the story to Casey who proceeds to laugh until he almost pees, then asks if I’m ok. Why didn’t someone tell me Praying Mantis’ could fly???
I was viciously attacked by a bug this morning. Okay, not really but it seemed that way. So here is my gift to you today, a good laugh at my spastic attempt to flee a harmless bug. Although I am still recovering from a week of being ill (all I really have left is a cough, and about 40% of my voice is back) I got dressed this morning in order to help in the yard. I mowed while Casey weeded and did some other things in the yard (we are trying to get it ready for the boys birthday party next weekend). As I walked into the garage to get the mower (Casey was in the shop) there was a odd bug on the steering wheel. I at first thought walking stick but then realized it looked more like a Praying Mantis. Well, I wanted it OFF the mower so I could get on it. I gently prodded it with a stick to get it to move along, I had NO IDEA these suckers could FLY. It made a beeline for me, I panicked, turned and took a few quick steps. Thinking it had gone I turned around to see the vicious, wide eyed bugger right in my face, being the SPAZ that I am I turned to run some more tripped over something (okay really nothing) and whacked my knee on a rock. Mind you I had been “screaming” for help from Casey the whole time but he couldn’t hear me because my scream was a hoarse one and my calls for help went unheard. I pick myself up and upon seeing no sign of the blood thirsty bug I limped into the shop convinced I should just go back in the house and lay on the couch the rest of the day. I relay the story to Casey who proceeds to laugh until he almost pees, then asks if I’m ok. Why didn’t someone tell me Praying Mantis’ could fly???
