Friday, September 30, 2011

In My Defense

By Heather Webber / Heather Blake

I had a moment the other day.

You know...a moment. Sudden panic. Adrenaline rushing. Fight or flight. That kind of moment.

It was early. 5:30 or so. I woke up, stumbled sleepily into the bathroom, flipped on the light, and there it was.

A Big Dark Thing on the floor.

Eek. Panic! What to do, what to do? It was between me and my toothbrush.

Now, in my defense, let me add here that I've had bugs on my mind lately. It's that time of year when little critters scurry inside looking for warmth and comfort in dusty corners (of which, ahem, there are a lot of in my house right now--hey, I'm on deadline!).

Plus (plus!), my daughter is doing a zoology project where she has to identify creepy crawlies (ugh!), so I've seen a lot of them lately up close and personal (double ugh!).

So, when I see this dark thing on the floor, I'm torn. Do I run? Do I squish the heck out of it? Or do I grab my daughter for closer inspection of the critter?

It was early, and I was much, much too sleepy for any kind of bug classification. So, I grabbed a wad of tissue and moved in.

Where I soon discovered that my bug was not a bug at all. But a dark feather that had hitchhiked from my feather bed.
The culprit.


In my defense, I did mention it was early, right?