September 22, 2005

Gross Me Out

Catchy Title huh? Wait till you hear what happened. Ready? Yesterday, Tot and I were playing with the legos. And he was being a good boy and picking the ones up off the floor that he had dropped. Even better, he was handing them to me with a little impish grin. I love that grin.

After he picked them all up, he bent down and picked up something else. I couldn’t see, but wasn’t worried about it. I put my hand out and thought he was going to drop a wheel from a Hot Wheels car into it. Talk about way off base. It was a semi-squished still wiggling roach about the size of a dime. It took everything in my power not to scream and throw it. I am TERRIFIED of roaches. He could have given me ANYTHING else. Frog, Lizard, Spider, Ant, Slug… ANYTHING else. Nope, a semi-squished still wiggling roach. Ugh.

I did not scream, but I did end up throwing it over to the corner of the room. I got up, ran to the bathroom and got some Purell. Lot’s of Purell. Cleaned my hands and got back just in time to stop Tot from picking it up a.g.a.i.n. I then cleaned his hands with Purell. I didn’t think washing with water would be enough. And successfully distracted Tot from the more interesting semi-squished trying to crawl bug with a Baby Einstein video. I let him pick the video. Phew.

I am still grossed out about it. I must have washed my hands with soap and water or Purell 20 times already today after that incident. Eeewwwwwwww. I still don’t know which is worse, this story, or the time I found half a roach in Tater’s mouth. Please tell me other parents have these moments.

Posted by vw bug at September 22, 2005 06:38 AM | TrackBack

I guess I'll keep my roach eating stories to myself then.

Posted by: Contagion at September 22, 2005 08:45 AM

Bugs don't bother me so much, I'm glad too, cause the boy is absolutely enamoured with bugs!

Posted by: oddybobo at September 22, 2005 09:59 AM

I think the bugs are my least favorite thing about Florida. Granted, I've never been there for a hurricane! I still remember the cruuuuunch of an enormous crusty bug in my shoe on one of our FL trips as a kid. Ick!

A roach in the mouth?! I'm gasping for air! There isn't enough Purell on the planet...

Posted by: Marie at September 22, 2005 10:16 AM

My oldest would gag if her cereal was a teeny lumpy but one day I noticed a strange gray substance around her mouth -- she had picked up a MOTH and stuffed it in. Yuck! :0

Posted by: Richmond at September 22, 2005 10:46 AM

Well, I'm not a parent, but I own One Happy Cat who likes to bring presents like that around...and if you're not paying attention, he'll sometimes just flip it to you like an expert golfer.

Posted by: Lasciate at September 22, 2005 11:11 AM

Well, let me tell you, you've got a lot of changing to do. With boys it will only get worse. I'm so far past that now that it's humourous. Start small, roly-polies or something. When you have to kill a mouse to feed to their snake, you'll remember this story you posted. ;)

Posted by: Stacy at September 22, 2005 11:41 AM

Blech. My skin is crawling just thinking about that.

Posted by: Bou at September 22, 2005 08:43 PM

Contagion: Oh no... please share them. I would love to hear someone else having such problems.

Richmond: Ugh. Moth sounds better than a roach.

Stacy: Funny, but I really can handle just about any other bug. I have even picked them up to show them to my kids... I just have a thing about roaches.

Lasciate: Ohhhh. I don't know what I would do if we had a cat too. I know at the barn I use to work, there was a cat that would bring me 'presents'. Nothing like having to pet the cat and tell it that it was a good cat when it dropped a half eaten mouse at your feet. Still prefer that to roaches!

Posted by: VW Bug at September 22, 2005 08:58 PM

I would ahve passed out....right there....

Eh! Just Eh!

Posted by: Sissy at September 23, 2005 08:20 AM

Ähnlich alt ist das Rheinische Schiefergebirge, dessen Entstehung auf Silur

Posted by: teeny at November 12, 2005 10:26 PM