And guess who my new boyfriend might be.
No, he doesn’t actually *know* he’s my boyfriend (I would be wary of any guy who gets into a relationship with a 31-week pregnant girl who is also married). But I love him anyway.
The Orkin Man!
After three more scorpion incidents since the last one I blogged about (one involving Charles’ back, our bed, and the middle of the night, one involving a scorpion corpse under the high chair, and one involving the bug trap in my closet) and one very frightening Brown Recluse spider incident (I caught one on my bug trap…in my CLOSET), Charles rang up our old pal The Orkin Man and he is here, spraying glorious bug-killing poion as I write this.
Now…I would normally try to avoid things like, you know, POISON, when I am pregnant and have a toddler and pets in the house…but I am also not too keen on being hospitalized for a Brown Recluse flesh-eating wound while pregnant, or comforting a scorpion-sting-suffering two-year-old.
So poison it is. And I’ll say it again: Die, BITCHES!!!