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.

Yeah.

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

9 comments:

Dru said...

It does look like a creature and my defense would have been I didn't have my glasses.

Books by Heather said...

LOL, Dru Ann. If only I could blame glasses...

Laineshots said...

LOL! Nah, 5:30 is enough to blame. I'm just impressed that you had enough courage and presence of mind to tackle the monster--even if it turned out to be benign. My days begin early too, and it's all I can do to find my toothbrush!

LD Masterson said...

We had a little field mouse inside the house once. I saw him a bunch of times but he quickly disappeared. One morning I saw him moving along the baseboard. I grabbed an empty wastebasket and caught him. So fast. So brave. Of course, I wasn't up to the next step in the process so I just put a couple books on the overturned backet to hold it in place until reinforcements arrived. When the time came, I stood back while big, strong hubby lifted the basket.

I had spent the day guarding a little poofball of dog hair.

Aurian said...

Lol, be glad it was not really a creepy bug. It's spider time here in Holland, and I hate them with a passion.

Vickie said...

*grin*

Vickie said...

OH! In my *grin* mode, I forgot about something similar happening to me several years ago.

DH was out of town and it was my first time in the house by myself. It was late at night and I was awakened by a loud noise, sort of a rustling sound...this in a house with only me in the place, no dog or cat and no DH....I searched the house..I just knew it was someone filling their garbage bag full of our schtuff.
I went to sleep finally with one hand on the phone ready for 911 and the other near the headboard drawer where we kept the handgun.....
I woke the next morning to find one of the Oscars (fish) missing from the aquarium near the bedroom. He'd seen a chance at freedom at the opening at the back of the cover of the tank and jumped out of the tank. What I heard was him jumping out and thrashing around when he realized his try for freedom was for naught......
DH still laughs about this to this day....

Books by Heather said...

LOL. Love these stories. Glad I'm not the only one who has had these kinds of encounters. :)

Linda McDonald said...

:) That is cute. I do understand though. The photo of the culprit looks like it could be some scary bug.