The Beetles and Dora

She did it. She Did it. She Did It, YEAH! Lo hicimos, She DID it!

Button is my hero. She's slept through the night for the past 3 days. 10:30 pm to 7:20 am people. Oh yeah, were celebrating today! Mom is getting enough sleep, that means everyone is in a good mood around here. Hurray! Yeah! Wahooo! Hurray! She DID it!

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I love the fall for the pretty spring colors, the crisp air, and the fact that the sun doesn't rise until 7:30 or so (and therefore Googie doesn't realize it's time to wake up until 8:00 or so). I can pull out my sweaters and wear them again, and lets not forget all the delicious foods that gets baked because it's that season, or just because it's cold and you need your comfort food. I love the fall in so many ways.

Then there are all the bugs that seem to find there way into your house. Last year we had ants, spiders, millipedes, I even found a caterpillar under my stove! This year hasn't been so bad, mostly because we now live in a second floor apartment. Until last night . . .

I was sitting at my computer innocently reading blogs, and trying desperately to teach myself and understand css/html. When I hear a creak. Probably just my walls, or a door, things creak when your at home by yourself and the kids are asleep. Then it happened again. And again. Out of the corner of my eye I see this big black spot flying through the air. I turn to look at it and it circles my head. Now I'm thinking we have one huge housefly flying around. It is not a housefly. It stops circling and flies right at my face. I jump up (scream of course), and try to swat it away. Once I finish jumping and flailing my arms about (like 2 minutes later), I look on the ground to see where it landed. It's no where to be found. I turn in circles trying to find it and resisting the urge to jump up on the table and stay there until my husband gets home. Then I see it. It's on the arm my sweater. I knocked that thing off my arm so fast it didn't even see my hand coming. It's only once its on the floor that I actually look at my attacker. It was either a beetle or a cricket, maybe a cross between the two. Black and gross, with legs and antenna, and it flew, so it must have been a beetle. After 2 more minutes of jumping around like a crazed monkey, I manage to calm myself down enough to grab a paper plate and dispose of the thing outside. Usually I kill bugs that dare enter my house and then leave there corpses outside as a message to the other bugs to stay out, but I couldn't do it. Not even to the beetle from hell. It was big enough it would have squirted and been messy, and it looked like it would crack and splinter into a million gross bug-gut pieces.

So I've finished with that bug, sit down at my computer to finish what I was doing. And then I hear the creak again. Oh it freaked me out so bad I have creepy-crawlies running under my skin even as I write about it now. I couldn't sit at my computer for the rest of the night.

We never did find the second beetle, but my husband thinks I was just so freaked out that I heard the sound even when it wasn't there. It took me forever to fall asleep last night, my skin just kept crawling every time anything would brush my skin -- like a stray hair. **Shudder**

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So now, if your like me, you not only have the Dora song stuck in your head, you skin is crawling and you have the desperate urge to swat at any place that so much as tingles.