When in Doubt.........Use Bleach!

Okay. So they say that duct tape fixes everything and can be used to solve all of mankind's material troubles. Hmmm....but what about the times when a certain blue-eyed blonde with "bug-o-phobia" stumbles across one of those yucky-type creatures, and she is forced to face the dreadfull battle alone? Surely, she's not going to get close enough to actually stick it onto the tape!!

Keep reading, and you'll discover what I resorted to in
just such a time ... ... ...

It had been an extremely hectic morning, having to deal with runny noses, arguing children, spilled milk...you name it, they did it. Nevertheless, I tucked them into their sleeping bags with tender kisses and whispers of "I love you...go to sleep like a good girl, now." And after the last one drifted off into a sweet slumber, I decided that now would be a great time to slip down to the basement for a few minutes and begin tackling the mounds of laundry.

I flipped the light switch at the top of the stairs and quietly descended so as not to cause loud squeaks on the wooden stairs. As I stepped onto the cold basement floor, I so was not prepared for what greeted me ----> it was a "creepy-leggy-looking-thingy!" (my old "child's first book about bugs" book calls it a centipede).

"Eeeewwww!!!!!" I quickly clamped a firm hand over my mouth as I hopped back up on the stairs, but not before a shrill squeak could escape.

"This is soooo gross, God!" I whined, as my feet did the little "bug dance" on the bottom step. Ever done one of those? Funny, how a person doesn't have to know any dance steps, but oh how those feet move when they're feeling a little squirmy!

"Where's a man when I need one?!?!" I continued. "Do I really have to deal with this right now?" (I am constantly reminding God that I am still single and extremely eligible should He ever get around to helping me meet up with a great guy.)

But anyway, something had to be done about this intruder. And it had to be done now. Problem was, I was in my bare feet...so stepping on it was definitely out of the question, and since I was not going to let it get out of my sight while I went to select my weapon, well...options were limited.

As I cautiously stepped onto the floor to peek around the corner and see what I could find, this little guy decided to relocate, and placed himself on top of a crumpled washcloth. So now it was just too scary to try and squish him because he was no longer on a flat surface. I glared at him, so sure that he was enjoying the fact that I was getting all upset.

I quickly scanned the laundry room, and somehow came up with the idea that the spray bottle of bleach would accomplish the job. So, there I was: barefoot on the cold floor, cowering from this tiny insect with my little spray bottle. "Here goes something" I muttered, and began feverishly pumping bleach on top of the awful guy. And know what? IT WORKED!!!

I felt a little bad for having given the guy such a death, but oh well...it was a bug. And as much as I don't want to admit it, there are probably more down there. Eeeewww....I've got the shivers just thinking about it!!

So next time you have the urge to call in the exterminator, try using bleach. Just take care to check the surface that you're spraying onto...otherwise, you'll have a dandy blotch staring at you to remind you of your crazy, dramatic reaction. But then again, would anyone actually NOT check that first? (did I happen to mention that I was blonde?) :-)