I have been living and experiencing but not much writing. Crazy right!?! I took almost back to back trips. Upon my return, I have just been sealing in all these wonderful memories. I like to think back fondly when life isn’t going so great. Here is one fond and a couple of not so fond memories from when I visited my mom. Lol.
Went on a boat ride and got to see my mom’s friend retrieve crabs from his traps. That was very interesting. Here is a video. Had to shorten the video. I think I will upload my videos to YouTube and then share on my posts.
The crabs were fighting for their lives and I don’t blame them. Their little asses kept jumping out of the container and scurrying around the boat. Chalupa, my niece and I were not about that life. Lol.
Now the not so fond memories besides the phone screen going out on me. One morning I woke up to go to the bathroom and seen a little black thing on the floor. Probably about the size of a quarter or a little bigger. I am trying to figure out if it is a spider or a frog. It’s not moving and neither the fuck am I. Lol. Well…it jumped and so the fuck did I. Ugh…it is a frog. Now I can’t smash it. If it had been a spider it would have been plastered on the bottom of a shoe.
This is where it gets comical. Now that he has shown himself, he keeps jumping and I am trying to devious a way to cover him to get him outside for release. I don’t know why there is a Styrofoam bowl in the bathroom, but there is one on the sink. So I’m like I am going to throw this bowl on top of him. Now his little ass is against the wall. Plan null and void. New plan. Get him away from the wall so I can throw the bowl on him. I take the toilet scrubber with holder and try to get him to get in the middle of the floor. He just keeps jumping along the wall and now the tub ending up behind the toilet. Dude, what the fuck!?!?!?
Now I am bent down encouraging him with the scrubber to get his ass from behind the toilet. He is jumping alongside the sink. Finally he is in the middle of the floor. I throw the bowl at him, I miss. 🤣🤣🤣. Why 😩???? I am scared to grab the bowl because that may make him jump his little ass out of the bathroom. I look in the trash bin. Only a couple paper towels inside it. I pull them out and hurriedly put the trash bin over him. 😓
I can’t sleep. I know he can’t get out from under there but my imagination is overactive. Also, I feel bad and I am hoping he is okay. Then there is the possibility of my niece waking up and going to the bathroom. She might take the trash bin off him not knowing. So many thoughts!
I hear my mom in the kitchen around 3:30 am and let her know what’s up. We devise a plan to release him in the morning. I finally fall asleep around 4 am. Around 7 in the morning we set about enacting our plan. We take a cut up gift box and slide it under the trash can. We are going to lift it and carry him outside. The gift box bows just a little and I see little black feet. I proceed to smash little black feet. Awe I did not want to do that but he cannot get out off this trash can until he is outside. Period! We get outside and my mom pitches the gift box, trash can and frog into the air and they laid on the grass 😂. My niece comes outside like, “What is going on?” I am laughing too hard to respond. Then little miss says, “Y’all crazy. I’m going back to bed.”
I wish that it ended there. By no means. Next night, my mom is at a BBQ and my niece and I are chilling watching TV. She goes out on the porch to get her notebook she left out there earlier. I tell her to shut the door behind her. She is like, “I just need to sit this down and then I’ll close it.” About 10 minutes later we both turn to see a Palmetto bug about 2 times the size of the frog crawling on the wall. Oh God 😫. She is freaking out and I am cussing. Lol. I grab my mom’s broom. I proceed to hit him with it. Unfortunately that hit doesn’t kill him. It just maims him. Now he is on the floor under one of the chairs. I am hypervigilant because I don’t know where he is and I know he is not dead.
I go back to watching TV but I keep glancing over at the wall. He is back. I hit him again but he just falls. Now I am pissed because he is under the chair again. I try to sweep him out from behind the chair but he is not cooperating. I sit back down, but stay alert. Here he comes limping out from under the chair. I grab the broom and hit him several times. Chalupa says, “You don’t have to torture him.” I am not trying to torture him, I am trying to kill him!
After these two instances, I had a pretty mild stay. Thank God. I don’t know how much more nature I could handle. The only animals I like are dogs. Anything else, I’m good. Wait until I tell y’all about my Mexico trip. Smh. I think I could have developed anxiety after that trip. It makes my complaints about the animals at my mom’s house seem ridiculous.
Pandemic ✔
Racism ✔
Genetically Modified Mosquitoes ✔
Cops who killed Breonna Taylor still free ✔
Not much has changed in America. If you are struggling with what is going on in the world, I totally understand. Still haven’t completely tuned back in. Every time I think I want to my mind says, “Wait, we aren’t ready yet.” Mental health is truly important. Do not oversaturate yourself with the news and current events. Find a balance people, seriously. Make sure that you stay well and whole. Much love 🧡💚