"Momma, help...come here! come here!" she begged.
I wandered into the room and asked her what was the matter.
"Dare's a bug in dere!" she sniffled. "On da bucket...go look! go loooook!"
I peeked at the bucket to see this:

Have I ever mentioned that I hate bugs?
So, I got out a lethal paper towel and killed him:

Kate breathed a huge sigh of relief.
She then asked, "Was that a lobster, Momma?"
"No, Kate," I replied.
"Was it a crab?" she inquired.
"No, Kate."
"What was it?" she persisted.
"A bug, Kate."
She was satisfied.
I must say, those things are creepy.
1 comment:
eeeee gross - welcome to FL -we grow em big down here in the South :-)
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