I have big feet. Size 13 or 14, depending up on the shoe. Which means I have big slippers and the first thing I do when I get out of bed in the morning is to slide my feet into those slippers because I don't walk anywhere barefooted. I don't even like to take two steps to get into the shower in my bare feet, but I haven't figured out a better way to do it yet. Anyway, one of my worst nightmares was realized when I got up yesterday and slid my feet into my slippers. The one on my left foot didn't quite fit right. And then I felt it. Something moved inside my slipper and it wasn't one of my toes.
You know that moment in between realization and action--how it seems to last for eternity? Double it and you'll have an idea about the way I felt at the time. I couldn't get my slipper off fast enough. When I did, a cricket crawled out, seeming to be none the worse for the wear, although I have no idea how that was possible. Grossed out before I even had my eyes fully open, I walked into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain to turn on the water. A spider fell from the curtain and I couldn't find him. I'm not one who is normally freaked out over bugs, but I also don't want them on me--certainly not a spider. I finally found him and squished him and then I was on alert the rest of the day. Thankfully I had no more runs ins with nature.
We're headed for fall and it can't happen quickly enough for me. I can't wait to see the temperatures drop into the 50's and 60's. I can't wait for the first freeze so that I can stop sneezing my head off from all the pollen in the air. And I can't wait for all of these bugs to disappear.