As we rounded the corner from the stairs to our master bedroom, Charlotte came to a dead stop, grabbed my leg, and started walking backwards while pointing and hollering/crying. She saw this: a stink bug. We have a handful of these guys running around right now. She was terrified. She was unhappy even after Doug showed her that he had escorted the bug out the window.
And now... every piece of fuzz, or clump of pet fur (which we have more of than I care to admit with two cats and a dog) is a boooooooooooooooooooo (which means bug amongst other things like spoon, moon, and poop). She points. She hollers booooooooo. She cowers.
So now I'm left with the option of scaring the kid or (shudder) vacuumming. Poor Charlotte, we all know what wins out.
as a side note, this time last year I was studying for the bar. One of these little stink bugs was living in the curtains next to my desk. He died about a week into studying and I was irrationally sad. This, people, is what the bar exam does to you. And the grey hairs. Although I think those are at least partially Charlotte's fault.
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Ooh. Crikey, don't show her any of Kim's Macros then, she loves taking photos of the littlest of beasties!
well that will entertain her for years! thanks for the link! AND they're not *in* my house!
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