Thursday was a gross, gross day.
Dogs, worms, and people all grossed me out.
So, I went to the bathroom at work. Twice. There’s actually more to this story I promise. Each time I was in there, there was someone else in there with me. And each time they did NOT wash their hands. I don’t know if I’m prepared to live in a society where people do not wash their hands even in a PUBLIC restroom! At least humor me and splash a little water on your hands. Please let me know if you do not wash your hands. If you don’t I want a two page paper, single-space, Times New Roman as to the reason why you would not wash your hands. Eesh!
Onto the dogs. Well, more like dog. More like Lexi. My poor little girl. My husband says, “Ummm WHAT is that?” “What?” “Look at Lexi’s butt…what is that?” The pup had a bubble, hemroid or some sort of protrusion coming out of her rear end. It was red. And about the size of a marble. Too late to take her to the vet. Next morning…it was gone! I figure she just pushed a little too hard in the backyard. Or it’s something that will eventually cost thousands of dollars to fix.
Finally to the worm or caterpillar or whatever it was. The house was smelling a bit doggy so I decided to wash the blankets that we cover the couch with. As I was throwing them into the washer I look down and there is a (had to be a caterpillar) caterpillar, dead, that had tried to form a cocoon on our blanket. In our house. An entomologist would have a field day in our house. Bugs to explore daily.
I know your sick of hearing about bugs. I’m sick of talking about them. Thank goodness that fall and cooler weather is coming. Bye-Bye mosquitoes…