I woke up this morning to Brown-Eyed Boy telling me there was a bug in my bathroom. A bug that was "this size"--and he spread his arms as wide as they could go.
Armed with a fly swatter, I followed him into the bathroom.
The gigantic bug was no where to be found.
Meaning that it's still somewhere in my house, lurking, and when I least expect it it's going to come crawling out of my sink, or scurry across the floor while I'm taking a pee, and scare the daylights out of me.
Unless my three year-old was exaggerating its enormous proportions, and it's actually an ant.
I can only hope.
On my guard,
The Brown-Eyed Girl
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