last night before bed i was reading ramona quimby to bailey.
from downstairs, we heard the most hilarious screaming.
gar was shrieking, (as high as he could go)
Aim! Aim, o shoot! OOOOOh shoot, aiiiim!
I neeeeeeed you! ahhh!!
bailey and i looked at each other and said, simultaneously,
we ran downstairs. the chaos continued, and got louder
as we approached the scene. (i will forever remember that sight)
gar had been stepping into the shower, when he felt something on his back.
as he went to scratch it, he brushed a scorpion off, and sent
it scurrying under the bathroom sink.
he asked me to find a flashlight while he stayed watch.
i was rummaging around, and he was still yelling,
Aiiim, huuurrry! You gettin' that flashlight? Aaaaiiiim!!
bailey finally produced a flashlight that worked. she handed it over,
and gar got under the sink to find the intruder.
the kids wanted to take it to school, but gar killed, and flushed
it immediately. i guess he had to get his revenge and have it be
done. poor guy!! i have never had a scorpion on me. yuck!!! i would have
gone crazy too. and i probably wouldn't have slept.
finally, the house was quiet and the kids went to bed.
this morning, at breakfast i told the kids i'd give an extra waffle to
the one who could do the best impersonation of dad last night.
they both had me laughing.
**for garrett's sake, no photos were taken.