Sunday, August 04, 2013

A Visitor

When I just woke up from my usual Sunday afternoon nap after some wonderful church meetings today, I spotted a little creature next to my bed.  Hello, pillbug.  I'd much rather be greeted by a cute little rolly-polly than the frequent visitors we normally have (think hairy brown spider, ant, centipede).  Those normally die a quick death of smashing and squishing, which is why I literally keep a roll of toilet paper next to my bed.

You can imagine my pleasure at an intruder that's actually a cute thing and doesn't transform me into a crazy killer.  I didn't even reach for the shoe or toilet paper as I bent down to grab it...s lifeless body.  Nice.  A dead pillbug.  Its stiff body certainly wasn't cute anymore.  It's a good thing I'm not superstitious because I'm sure waking up to find a dead animal at your bedside isn't a good omen.  Even so, I'll take a dead roly poly over a lot of other creatures that want to share my abode with me.

On to another week!

Parting Question: What do you do to avoid digression or stagnancy during the week?  How do you succeed in remembering your Sabbath commitments to be better throughout the week?

7 comments:

Heather said...

I think curtains would help you in every aspect in your llife...just saying!!!

Becca said...

Lucky me! I randomly check your blog, and BLAMO!! A post from TODAY!! You've got a friend in Micah, who got out of bed tonight sobbing, because his pillbug which he caught probably 4 days ago and put in a jar, was dead. Glad to hear you're not transformed into a crazy killer of pill bugs! There's something totally different between a swarming pile of ants and a lil ole roley poley...

Linda said...

It could be worse. Yesterday I sat at the computer, put one hand on the mouse when a big honkin' yellow jacket crawled out of the j and k letters on the keyboard! Freaky!

Liz Wilcken said...

Better than what happened to me when we were first married. Don't know if you knew I loved to sleep with sand in my bed, but I do. Anyways, because of that my feet constantly move all night to feel the nice gritty sand in my bed. One night it just felt extra gritty good. When I woke up to make my bed I wanted to check out the size of the piece of whatever that made sleeping so pleasant. It turns out it was a whopper of a pill bug and my feet had totally crushed it to bits in my sleep. Poor guy.

Kimberly said...

Ha! At first when I read the title I thought you found a mouse in your apartment-- and I had flashbacks to your childhood mouse anxiety days!

krista said...

I hear dead pillbugs are actually a tasty little snack...ask Amy (she ate a cockroach or cricket at 10 months of age--not sure which because by the time it was out of her mouth, it was mangled)

janel said...

Don't you mean a "wood louse"? YUCK!