What single moms do on Friday Nights...

I just had to share this story....

Last night, Breighton and I tackled some gigantic unidentified bug that was in my room and was trying to camp out under my bed. Not sure if you ever really realized it... but I - tough, karate kid, speak your mind Jen - will run screaming at the sight of big ugly creepy bugs. However, in this situation, it's me and Breighton and no one or nowhere for me to run to. SO... the solution??? You will love this... I put Breighton on guard duty... assigned to watching the bug to make sure it didn't run off into some unknown place, because if it did... I would never be able to sleep in my bed again. While he did that, I went into my coat closet, retrieved my vacuum cleaner and slowly rolled it into my bedroom where I attached the longest attachment hose I could, slowly slid the hose under my bed and then fired up the vacuum!!! So there it is... the bug... tangled in with all the hair and other stuff that is in my bagless vac. I am pretty sure if I looked closely enough, I could see the bug, but I don't really want to. I am also not brave enough to open the vac and empty the thing for fear that the bug is still alive. Now, I am not sure if there is anyway that bug could climb its way out of my vacuum, but just in case... I have the vacuum sitting on my porch. I figure if the sucker can get free, it can return to nature where it belongs.

So, this morning (Saturday) I go out on my patio with the intention of inspecting the vacuum and seeing if I can muster up the courage to empty the bagless compartment into a trash can. Well, as I step out there, I look up because sometimes my patio likes to be visited by dirt daubers (those big ugly wasp looking things) and frankly I don't like those guys either. When I look towards the corner where they usually are, I instead see three wasp looking creatures. Now, for those of you who don't know the difference... wasps sting because they are mean... bees sting because they feel threatened... and dirt daubers hardly ever sting. But that being said... I will pretty much run from all of them. So... I slowly backed BACK into my apartment, leaving my vacuum cleaner on the patio (bug still inside of it).

So now, I have asked my apartments to come and spray for wasps - but pest control doesn't come until Friday. In the meantime, I am REALLY hoping I can sweet talk my lovely, "I'm not afraid of bugs", manly boyfriend in to coming over to empty my vacuum cleaner and knock down this nest that is being built on my patio. Sometimes, I am SUCH a girl.... UGH.