Uninvited Guests

At some point in our lives, we've all experienced an uninvited guest, be it to a party we were hosting, or just someone who dropped in unannounced and uninvited. Sometimes it's welcome and you have that "The more the merrier" attitude. Sometimes, not so much. And sometimes, well sometimes you might react like me and freak out, running around flapping your arms and ranting about how you've got to clean everything now and OH SWEET JESUS WHAT IF THERE ARE MORE???

And then if your boyfriend is like E, he might be foolish enough to say something like, "Huh. I knew I heard something coming from over there all morning. Huh." That's when you do the eyebrow raise. The What Do You Mean You HEARD Something ALL Morning and Didn't go Investigate Eyebrow raise. And then you shake your head in disgust and go look for the camera so that you can first document your Uninvited Guest's arrival before telling them to get the hell out. Or in my case since I am not of the Buddhist coexist peacefully school of thought, drop a shoe on them until you hear the crunch. What? I'm a successfully Recovering Catholic; I have no guilt over squashing the uninvited and possibly poisonous. It was uninvited! If it had been up to me, I would have stapled his sad little carcass to the fence as a warning to any of his little friends (except that the fence is concrete so it wouldn't stay).

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I mean look at that stinger. It could have met my foot. It could have met E's foot, which spent the better part of that morning next to it. Not that he would have noticed or even checked his foot until it fell off. And then you know he would have gotten all pissy when I gave him his I told you so. Men.

And now I have to fumigate. Again.