The Creature Within

As I type this, my toes are curled up tight.  Because, that’s what I do when I’m especially skeeved out. Curl my toes. 

Remember when I took my boys kayaking a couple of weeks ago? 

 And do you remember that we found this?  Out of the plethora of shells to choose from, this one came home with us.

Well, my boys can be sort of…..imaginative.  And there are times that I think they are making something out of nothing, just to jerk me around. 

I totally ignored my oldest when he mentioned that the bag of shells seemed to be making noise.  How could he tell? We’re in a hotel room with three boys, there’s nothing but noise.

And once again, I ignored the yelping coming out of his bedroom as he and his brothers told me there were legs coming out of his whelk shell.  Probably just want to mess with me.  That’s what these mini tormenters do sometimes.  And if there was something there, it was probably a spider or something.  No biggie. 

Finally, Sam comes walking out with this horrifying site. 

A site that wouldn’t have bothered me in the least had I been in his home.  But, that completely sent me over the edge considering it was in my own dining room. (I apologize for the picture quality, my hands were shaking too much to get a good picture. And, I didn’t want to get to close,  I kept expecting the thing to run across the floor at me.)

And Sam, smelling weakness, knew I was horrified. 

So, what does he do? Chases me with the bleeping thing.  I ran, slammed doors, climbed furniture, only to have my miniature tormentor chase me, laughing maniacally. 

Who are these people I’m raising?

But, in the end, it was dead.  And I am sorry.  I wish that it could have lived out it’s natural life on the banks of Shem Creek.  

But, I will admit, I’m glad it wasn’t alive that night.  The night of the chase.   Being chased with a dead crustacean is bad enough.  I don’t think I could have survived a live one.  Not with legs clicking and moving. 

And if admitting this is wrong, I don’t want to be right. 

 I need to quit thinking about this now, my curled toes are causing my feet to cramp.

 But, let this be a lesson to you.  Those hermit crabs will hide!  Be careful about the souvenirs your kids bring home.

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