While hanging up wash this morning I stepped on a dead baby bird. Barefooted. I screamed and hyperventilated and all of that. Then I hoped that my neighbors would not come running. Because I hadn't combed my hair yet. And this reminded me of another time. Again, I was working at my laundry and out came a tarantula. Alive. This time I screamed even louder than I did today. And my neighbors were out (Grenada) so I sheepishly glanced their way and said, "It was just a spider" never mentioning what kind, or how big. They must think I'm a pansy.
In other great news, Nate said he wants to start a blog about his Friday night ball games. He likes to talk smack I guess.
After a week of strep throat I'm feeling awesome. I get it once or twice a year and I've never had it take so long for the antibiotic to kick in. Days. Days of what felt like swallowing glass. But like I was saying, feeling so good now and it gives you such a great outlook on life. As long as you don't look at all the work that piled up while you were out of commission that is.
One more thing, there are green caterpillars on my dill plant. And after dealing with the dead baby bird. I'm just not sure I'm up to caterpillars yet. Where is Ellie when I need her.