YIKES!!!

As I stroll into my room the other night, I catch a glimpse of a beast of gigantic proportions. I flip on the light to see it run calmly across the floor, of course he is calm, he is bigger than me and he knows it. I know my life and the life of my family are on the line. I do what any brave and sane woman would do, I yell for the hubby to come slay the dragon. He of course thinks he is coming in to carry out a pin head spider and is taken back by the enormity of its stature. I could see the legs shaking on the beast as he lifted his sword of choice (size 12 flip flop) to protect his family from certain doom. In one crushing moment it was over for the spider but our adventure continued. My brave, educated, and intelligent hubby decides to use his fingers to stretch out each HAIRY leg of the defeated giant (I know why women live longer then men).

The girls were so fascinated by the creature that they got q-tips to pick up the car sized carcass. The good mother that I am decides to scream when they lift the beast. (Ha Ha so fun) Why is it so fun to scare the bodily functions out of another person?

I really feel like encounters with beast like this is Satan's way to get us to use bad words!!