The kids were finally in bed and Greg followed closely behind while I finished up some catch-up blogging. We had the door open most of the evening because our cabin gets hot and we were letting some of the cool night air in. At the time it seemed like a great idea until a HUGE flying insect started bouncing around the lights. I don’t know what it was, but it looked dangerous to me. Armed with a fly swatter and a broom- I’m not really sure why the broom, but it seemed necessary at the moment- I began swatting at my cabin invader. In an ideal world, I would have swatted once and the monster would have been taken down, however, we do not live in an ideal world and I have terrible aim. So I continue swatting hoping I’ll make it dizzy or I’ll just hit it in the air and my problem will be handled. I did hit it and it disappeared. I searched the ground and then stood very still hoping it was dead, but waiting for it to reappear. Nothing happened. I sat down at my computer and continued typing. This bugger started coming out from behind my computer. With the trusty fly swatter at my side, I quickly began making work to hit the thing. Again, I have terrible aim, so my great plan didn’t work. Instead of killing it, I injured it, this means that instead of bouncing from light to light it began bouncing from floor to my eye level. In an ideal world, Greg would have come to my rescue and slayed the monster, showing his bravery and love for me. However, we do not live in an ideal world and Greg continued to snore in the next room. I found it again on the floor, attempted to hit it, I think I hit a leaf and then had no idea where it was. Now it was certainly possible the monster was in the bedroom. All I could do was pray a hedge of protection around us while we slept, praying we wouldn’t get bitten and that it wouldn’t take it’s revenge on me while I slept.
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