We had a Young Women Presidency meeting the other day, and one of the other gals was telling us how she had been weeding her garden and she found a huge tarantula as she pulled up a weed. And then she just screamed and screamed until her husband came to take care of it. I never knew that there were tarantulas in Cedar City, even though my husband tells me he used to catch them on the mountain behind his house when he was growing up in Provo, so why wouldn't they be here?
Now, I don't think there are tarantulas in my neighborhood (she lives a couple miles away and more on the mountain), but we sure have lots of black widows. Joel has found more of those in the house than I care to think of, especially since only one is way too many! We also had a hobo spider take up residence next to our front door (he was extremely agressive) and we have plenty of crickets, flies and roly-polies around to last us a lifetime.
When we lived in Arizona, I didn't see many spiders, but we definitely had our share of cockroaches and little black beetles. The little black beetles especially were everywhere, including Chloe's mouth (she was a crawling baby back then) and diaper. The cockroaches were seen less often, thankfully, but did make appearances in undesirable places like the cereal box.
I do not like bugs. Not even a little bit. Depending on what kind it is, I will probably scream. My girls have taken after me in this regard. I always hope that Joel is home when a bug needs to be killed, because I am pretty cowardly about the whole ordeal. Just the other day there was a (probably harmless) spider on the wall in the girls' room. Chloe ran out screaming (they all three take after me in this regard) and so I had to go do something about it. Since I wanted to stay as far away from the creature as possible, I decided to throw shoes at it. I smashed it good on my second try, but it was accompanied by a scream and I refused to clean up the smooshed spider guts off the wall and let Joel do that when he got home.
Now, here is where I have to giggle a little bit at my reactions, because there was a time in my life when bugs didn't really bother me much. That time was a year and a half spent in Romania while on my mission. All of the blocs we lived in were infested with cockroaches. I would go to get breakfast in the morning and hundreds (okay, more like 40 or 50) of them would scurry away as I walked into the kitchen, and more would hide as I opened the cupboards. They didn't even bother me one bit. Some of the homes we visited put the words "cockroach infestation" to shame. They had the kind of roaches that would just casually saunter around the house and not even try to hide from the light or the humans. I shudder to think of it now, but back then, I was unfazed. I like to say that I was given the gift of bugs as a missionary.
But it only lasted until the day I was released. If I see a cockroach nowadays, I will probably run the other way faster than it will.
And the whole reason that I bring this unsavory topic up at all is because Sophie's reaction when she sees a bug is truly hilarious. She puts me to shame with her histrionics.
The other morning, Bria was getting ready for school, and I was just outside her door in the hallway folding some laundry. Then a cricket came by and Bria freaked out, but only a little bit. Joel said he would come take care of it in a second and that was that. Or so we thought.
Turns out that Sophie had heard Bria talking about a bug, so she went into the kitchen and climbed to the top of the fridge to retrieve the fly swatter. She then brought it into Bria's room with every intention of killing that bug herself, because that is how Sophie is. I was still folding laundry, and so I sat and watched to see how this all played out.
As soon as Sophie saw the cricket, she screamed. Then she shot out of the room and ran past me as fast as she could, all the while crying hysterically. She continued running around the house screaming until Joel caught her and then it took us both several minutes to calm her down. That is how frightened she was of a little cricket.
Daddy saved the day in the end and killed the blasted thing and we all lived happily ever after.
Until we saw the next bug, that is.