Child of Mine
Bella totally shocked me the other day! We were getting out of the car at home, unloading the car of our entourage of children, diaper bags, blankets, bottles, etc. Jeremy all the while was fussing at Austin about something or other and Noah was in terrible need of a diaper change and a feeding. Bella was whining about something in the driveway but we are working on trying to ignore some of that, so I carried on about unloading the car. After a few moments of her not stopping with the fussy voice (which can be like fingernails on a chalk board) I finally looked down at her and said, “Bella, DANG IT, what is wrong with you?”
She holds her hand out flat as to show me something and she says, “Biiite”.
I look closer at her hand and notice that there is a broken, nasty, squished creature on her palm. “What the hell is that,” I asked? She squashed a spider with her BARE. HAND. People!
“Biiiite,” Bella said, looking rather distressed.
“What? Did it bite you? Oh hellll nooooo! Jeremy, I think she was bit by this spider she squished!”
He says no she wasn’t. Quit worrying, woman. She just squashed him. She’s fine. And he went back to his bitch at Austin session. Because, you know, bitching at Austin is way more important than the EMERGENCY that I was facing. Our BABY GIRL was bitten by one of these Bitch Ass Spiders! Damn the Orkin Man! Damn the $200 extermination! Damn the 8 legged bastards that are taking over my home!
Long story short: She wasn’t bitten. She’s tough. She’s tougher than her run like hell from bees, bugs, and germs neurotic mother. I’m telling ya, this gal could teach me a thing or two about muscles and being tough. I have a mommy warrior as my mascot to this blog but the truth is that I’m a woos a lot of the time! I’m a big scaredy cat! I’m tough when it counts, I guess. But Bella– she’s The Bomb, folks. No man or woman or spider will bring her down. She’ll squash them and eat them for lunch!
Well, hopefully not eat them… Yuchhh!
Posted by: stepherz | 07-13-2006 | 06:07 PM
Posted in: General | Momma
Oh My Goodness! What kind of spider IS that?
Beats me! The big, gross, ugly, nasty kind. The dead kind. The kind that looks less tough when squished on a toddler’s palm!
I’m so not sleeping tonight.
Ew.
And good for her. I wish I had the balls to kill spiders with my bear hands. I can hardly kill them with a can of raid.