Day 5 in Georgia (July 10, 2010)
We saw a huge insect on the carport ceiling.
Duh duh duuuuhhhh!
He looked angry and walked slow because of the heat. I assumed. I went in the house to get the camera. I wanted to document this large insect that is native to Georgia. From the family room, I heard TJ, my two-year-old, screaming in the carport. I ran to the kitchen.
Had the huge bug attacked? Did it swoop on my youngest child and bite him? I entered the kitchen in time to see all three children being ushered in by Dad. T was screaming; his face was red and streaked with tears. Dad, however, was calm. I exhaled, suddenly realizing that I had been holding my breath.
“Boy, you can’t be that scared of a bug,” Dad says with a grin.
I didn’t say that I, too, was frightened enough to cry and scream. This was no ordinary bug. This bug had huge iridescent wings, long hairy legs, and dead, black eyes. He walked slowly – with a purpose. And he walked upside down on the ceiling! He could make a precise death march to directly above my head, let loose his sticky grip from the ceiling, and glide to a soft landing in my hair. He’d resemble one of those hair bows from the 80’s… but much more Goth.
The bugs in Georgia are as frightening as 80’s fashions.
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