Bugs and Standing on Chairs

Quite often in movies, women are portrayed as being afraid of bugs or mice or anything really. They all inevitably climb up on top of a chair and scream at the top of their lungs at the first sight of something moving. I am not that type of person. I am not a fan of bugs, but I certainly don’t scream and climb on furniture (for those of you who don’t “know” me on Facebook,  I’ll share my black widow pictures as proof that I don’t run!)

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So I assumed that the chair-climbing reaction must have been taught at some point in time. Apparently I am wrong.

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This morning, the girls wanted to play in the bouncer, so I told them they needed to clean up the playroom and I would bring the bouncer in (it’s a bit too chilly to put it outside this morning).

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Just as they finished cleaning (really just shifting the big stuff to the other side of the playroom), the Big One spotted a bug on the carpet. She screamed, “MOMMY!!!! A BUG!” and proceeded to scuttle her way up on top of a small stool that sits at a little vanity in one corner of the playroom.

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Astonished at her ability to get her entire body up on top of this tiny stool, it took everything I had to not laugh out loud at her. Her fear was real, no doubt about it, but the reaction was hysterical.

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I have never in her life demonstrated that type of fear, so where she learned to scream and climb on top of the stool in beyond me.

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As she clung to the stool for dear life, I simply grabbed a napkin and picked up the bug… the classic part of the story. The bug wasn’t even moving,  it was dead.

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I wish I would have taken a picture of her on the stool… maybe next time!

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Black widow picture to come

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turn away if you don’t like spiders

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I warned you

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This was in the garage… sorry for those of you who’ve seen it on Facebook (I will spare the photo of after she met with my shoe!)