So a couple weeks ago I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom in the basement. Since the two kids sleep in the main floor bedroom and the 2nd floor bedroom, I always use the basement bathroom at night.
As I was sitting on the toilet with my eyes half closed, I see something moving on the side of my eye. I glance over and it’s something black that’s about 3 inches long and very skinny crawling around. My heart skipped a beat and I sat there for a few secs. thinking of what to do and then I got up and ran upstairs as fast as I could, grabbed a clear glass bowl and came running back down. The centipede had crawled quiet some distance by that time and it was on the other side of the bathroom. With my shaking hands, I trapped the nasty centipede with the glass bowl and turned off the light and ran back upstairs. I shook my body and cringed until I fell asleep. I was so distraught! I’ve never seen a centipede before and it was DISGUSTING. I think I would’ve been more distraught if I was wearing my contacts and saw those nasty how-many-ever-legs-they-have crawling all over. EWW. YUCK. NASTY.
The next morning as soon as I woke up I ran back down to check if the centipede was still in there and it was, thank goodness. I told Jay about my horrible encounter and he went downstairs and took care of it for me. SICK.
Anywho a few days later I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom in the basement. I sat down on the toilet with my eyes half closed when I glanced down and saw something long and brown. I wasn’t wearing my contacts so it wasn’t very clear but it did give me a scare as my face cringed and I squinted my eyes and leaned my head in closer to get a better look.
It was a wooden toy snake I had bought for Adalie a few days earlier. Jay had placed it under the vanity ever so discreetly with it’s head peeping out.
The next morning Jay asked me if I saw anything in the bathroom the night before and of course I told him yes I saw the snake he put there but how it didn’t scare me one bit. He just said, “oh….” and looked so disappointed. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know it did indeed almost give me a heart attack!!! SHESH!!!
WHAT DO I DO TO GET HIM BACK??? Oh bring it. It’s pay back time.
