Okay, some of you are getting a little silly out there. In the comments to my post about my gall bladder (a scintillating read, to be sure), Heather boasted of the 207 gallstones that she had had removed from her body and put in a jar (under your pillow, Heather? Inquiring minds want to know). She offered to show a picture of these stones to any interested parties, and FeistyIrishWench (for reasons unknown to me) begged her to do so (still in my comments section - girls, next time you pass notes, you'll have to share them with the class). So now, if you go here, you all get to see Heather's gallstones.
Who says blogging isn't educational? I bet my fellow homeschoolers out there will be all over this.
In other disgusting news, I think the centipedes in our house are out to get me. I woke up this morning and they were everywhere. One dropped on my arm as I went to open Anna's door; the only upside to that unfortunate incident was that my horrified shrieking proved surprisingly effective in waking up a teenager. I'll have to add that method to my list.
On my arm - oh, I hate those creepy things!
Anyway, I looked back; and the last time we were similarly inundated with these unbelievably appalling creatures was 2 years ago, when Larry was away. And - would you believe it? - Larry just left yesterday on a business trip. They know.
And now I made the mistake of looking them up in Wikipedia - that link is not for the faint of heart. You all may be better off looking at Heather's gallstones.
When I was a senior at URI I was living in an apartment in Providence. The first day of my entomology class, the professor wanted to know what we hoped to learn in the class. I raised my hand and offered that I'd like to find out what the things in my tub were. Centipedes. Ick.
ReplyDelete201 gallstones? Shudder.
ReplyDeleteI'd shriek too. I'd still be shrieking.
ReplyDeleteHoly CROW that's a lot of gallstones.
ReplyDeleteWhy do you have to go and write about things that make me want to throw up a little in my mouth and wish I had never. gone. to. look?
ReplyDeleteok i clicked and looked at the picture of that crawly thing. i truly feel sorry for you. yikes! get help fast. and that larry, the nerve to leave town during a centipede invasion.
ReplyDeleteI'm scared to click on that link. We have silverfish and that's gross enough. :(
ReplyDeleteGaak! I can't do centipedes.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid, our dog got bladder stones. She had surgery to remove them because they were quite large for our little poodle.
ReplyDeleteWe kept them in a jar for years (Mom might still have them somewhere) They weren't nearly as pretty as Heather's
Mrs. G, I assure you that's the same way I felt about it!
ReplyDeleteI was the oldest female in my family to still have a gallbladder. At the ripe old age of 33.
Now I'm just hoping I don't have my father's propensity for kidney stones.
Life at your house is never dull. You have my sympathy with those centipedes. They give me the heebie-jeebies. But if you've learned how to wake a teenager with a fun, shrill note it did have a redeeming quality.
ReplyDeleteScience class for this week. Check. Health class for this week. Check. Thanks for the usually informative and always entertaining posts!
ReplyDeleteI once looked up "wood boring insects" on Google. Mostly, you get nasty pictures of larvae. Gross.
ReplyDeleteKEEP BELIEVING
yep, i can take heather's gallstones...centipedes falling from above, not on your life. Ick, ewww, gross...
ReplyDeleteIck Ick Ick. Anything with that many legs is creepy. I do believe they may be worse than spiders! (I cannot believe I just wrote that.)
ReplyDeleteI'm not even going to the gallstones link - I have no desire to see my breakfast again this morning.
Two words...
ReplyDeleteBug Bomb.
We did share the notes in class...it was right here. Oh wait. Sorry, you're a little brain fried from geographical single parenting a herd of kids while Larry gets to traipse off to work elsewhere, combined with Nature trying to take up residence in your house without sharing the cost of the mortgage. And Anna would declare great disdain at you calling HER the drama queen right?
ReplyDeleteStuff ALWAYS happens when the dad travels. ALWAYS.
ReplyDeleteCentipedes, ick!
Stuff ALWAYS happens when the dad travels. ALWAYS.
ReplyDeleteCentipedes, ick!
LOL...it's good to know that someone besides me is dealing with creepy crawly creatures.
ReplyDeleteI think Heather should have those polished up and made into a nice set of jewelery.
ReplyDeleteCentipedes are POISONOUS! I think you have every right to sleep in a hotel until Larry gets home.
Okay, ANYTHING unexpected dropping from ceiling/sky/above onto me gives me the heebie-jeebies. But things with legs? EW!!!
ReplyDeleteOK, Eww and EEEWWW.
ReplyDeleteI hate centipedes...we ahven't been too plagued with them in our new house, the way we were in the old place.
ON YOUR ARM! AAAACK! I too would have screamed bloody murder. I hope your exterminating skills are good, you know, ants and mice aside...
Did you read this little tidbit: Because they eat household pests, house centipedes are considered among the most beneficial creatures that inhabit human dwellings. When are they going to eat my palmetto bugs?? Talk about NASTY things....they're giant flying roaches!
ReplyDeleteWant to see a grown man do the heebee jeebee's dance? Let one of those green slimy frogs fall from the ceiling into the middle of a grown mans bare chest while he is sleeping...I was afraid for my own saftey. He came up out of that bed like a mad man, swinging at everything that got in his way...and then...called our 10 year(now 13) old GIRL CHILD to come get the frog, because he can't touch them!
ReplyDeleteWho's the man?
Um, eww.
ReplyDeleteLizards. I have millions of them. Teeny tiny lizards. I have never had lizards before, bugs yes, reptiles no. One came off my dog the other day when I was bathing him. I think it's some strange sign from God but I can't be sure.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I will take lizards over centipedes. At least we can make Geico jokes around our house. :)
Bleah! Bugs touching you! Aieee!
ReplyDeleteI hate bugs touching me! I'd really rather just look at them from afar. VERY "a-far"!
If you want to sleep in peace, you might not want to read the rest of my comment.
ReplyDeleteOnce, in my sleep, I felt a hair tickling my face and brushed it away. It was not a hair. It was a house centipede. I did not fall back asleep. The End.
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Ewww! We have them here as well. I also have earwigs! I swear! I wish I wasn't renting! I am definatly not a bug fan.
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