At our last apartment, we lived right next to a canal. During the spring/summer, mosquitos were everywhere! I kid you not--there was a blanket of winged bugs on the ceiling above my front door 8 months out of the year. Being a new mom and terrified by the latest West Nile reports on the news, it was the mosquitos that made us move. (Well, that and our neighbors asking if we'd hide their weapons for them every time a SWAT team raided the area...)
In any case, I am NOT a fan of bugs. After James came along, I've been especially paranoid about making sure no bugs got in the house. Once, when James was about a year old, I stood outside the door for about 10 minutes at 11:00 p.m. to wait for the gigantic, prehistoric bug to mosey on his way and leave the entry way.
Last night, I failed. James and his dad were eating dinner when I ran out to go check the mail. Preoccupied with a bill, I failed to notice the giant "mosquito" (Evan claims it's some kind of fly, but it's one of those mosquito-looking bugs with the huge wings and super long legs) and let it in the house. I immediately closed the bedroom doors and turned all of the lights on, hoping the little guy would be attracted to the lights, land somewhere and we'd smash it before anyone went to bed with the fear of that guy landing on your face.
The boys finished dinner. No sighting. James played a little. No sighting. Bath time. No sighting. James ran around the house in the buff, spoon in one hand, Elmo in the other. No sighting. James gets dressed. I see the little bastard. Of course he was near the ceiling and I'm not 6 foot tall, so Evan had the responsibilty of taking him out. Well, he missed. James suddenly seemed very interested and picked up the envelope Evan was trying to swat the bug with and starting flailing it around in the air - reenacting how Evan could not hit the bug. Good times. Now the bug was somewhere else, but I had only hoped injured and would crawl in a corner and die.
Two minutes later, James is pointing under the table, asking "What's that?" I kept saying "It's a table, bud" before thinking there might be more to this... Yup, my buddy found the baddy. I swear, the kid can spot airplanes hundreds of miles away, it seems and he can also spot a very skinny bug. He's got better vision than his dad and me for sure. Evan swatted and missed again.
Five minutes later, I was reading when James came up to me and says "Mama". I say "Yup, I'm Mama". James repeats himself. So do I. His voice is getting aggitated now. I repeat myself. Finally he yells over my shoulder "Daddy!" I say "Yup, that's Daddy." The poor kid. He probably wanted to grab my shirt and drag me over to the corner where he was TRYING to show us that he found the bug. But instead he would be stuck with his stupid Mom assuming her son was stating the obvious.
Evan eventually killed the bug (no thanks to me, apparently) and James went on playing, knowing he didn't have to look for the bug anymore and that his mother is an idiot.
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