June 06, 2006

You want me to do WHAT?!

It is summer vacation and Sweet One is holding down the fort this week before she leaves for her college program on Friday.

On my way into work this morning she rang me on the phone: "Momma, guess what?"

Me: "What?"

Sweet: "Your cat threw up in the dining room."

Me: "Did you clean it up?"

Sweet: "Oh, Momma, it's nasty."

Me: "Sorry. Clean it up."

Five minutes later she phoned again: "Momma, I cleaned the floor, but you know what?"

Me, with a heaving sigh: "No, what?"

Sweet: "Guess what I saw when I walked into the kitchen?"

Me: "Oh, crap, don't tell me he threw up in there, too! He must be sick, he never throws up!"

Sweet: "No, not that. Your cat was in the kitchen playing with a scorpion!"

Me: "Ewww. That's the first one this year. We'll have to tell your dad to put the dust out. Good for Voodoo, at least he alerted you to its presence."

Sweet: "Yeah, but what am I supposed to do with it?"

Me: "Pop the little sucker with your shoe, then wipe up the mess."

Sweet: "Not MY shoe!"

Me: "Oh, please..."

Sweet: "I'll use one of Daddy's shoes, they are bigger anyway."

Me: "Whatever works..."

Posted by Christina at June 6, 2006 12:31 PM


Ewe! scorpion guts, ick!

Posted by: oddybobo at June 6, 2006 01:06 PM

Your daughter picks up cat spit-up and scorpions? Heck, I can't get my teenage boy to pick up his dirty underwear. But then ... given the choice, I guess I'd have to go with the scorpions and spit-up, too.

Posted by: Bob at June 6, 2006 04:26 PM

scorpions!! Yikes! Poor Sweet!! Hope things settle down for the rest of the week. hugs.

Posted by: Audrey at June 6, 2006 04:43 PM

i've never seen a scorpion..

Posted by: at June 6, 2006 05:20 PM

er... that last was me. ; )

Posted by: amelie at June 6, 2006 05:21 PM

I like how Sweet One phrased it as *your* cat!

I hope she got a bump up on her allowance for taking care of *your* dirty work!


Posted by: DogsDontPurr at June 6, 2006 06:33 PM

Well now, I can't tell if this is good or bad news.

She needs to call to ask about cleaning up stuff or killing pests? On the other hand, if she had decided to shoot the scorpion instead of use your method, I suppose you would have preferred being contacted first.

A decade ago while deployed a continent away, I received a rare phone call from my wife. She described a large spider she had stomped in the new house, and the large nasty stain it left in the rug. As the story progressed I heard her son come running up (presumably with book in hand) saying "Mom, I found it in this book, that was no spider, it was a scorpion."

Despite the fact that the phone line went dead, I distinctly heard the blood-curdling scream that followed, with an accompanying string of curses directed at me for abandoning her in the desert of Nevada...

Posted by: epador at June 7, 2006 09:43 PM

Back to Main