Buggers

I am concurring my fear of bugs everyday. Our room has had an ant infestation for over a month.

They got in all of our food and after we cleaned everything like Cinderella, the little suckers came back.

Hence forth, we keep EVERYTHING in the fridge.

Crackers, rice, cereal, fruit, the whole shabang.
I've learned to share my room

with the little buggers and have only had one bug filled dream because of it.

 I bang out my shoes everyday to check for scorpions.

Shake out my bags to check for snacks:) aka snakes.

 I am the one to get all the bugs out of the room when they come in.

The other night we were going over the mounds of REP we have learned when my roommate Hali,
made a horrified look and points (Think gun pointed at your friend, look)
and do I assume there is a man standing in the doorway holding a gun? No.
I duck and yell trying to get the bug off my back that I now know is there.

Ruby, being the calm one of the bunch, gets the sucker off and lets it go out side.

I asked not to know what kind of bug it was. 

Ignorance is bliss.

So, there was my first bug freak out in The Home Land.

I feel like a redeemed myself the next day in rehearsal.

It is a daily occurrence that wasps the length of hair pins are flying in the studios all day.

 My dear friend Ruby, who is tall, gorgeous, and British (yes this makes a difference) is deathly afraid of bees, (More so then I with spiders) was lying on the floor getting ready to start the dance when

she spots the wild beast.

I have never seen a person move so quickly, or squat so low to get out of range in my life.

We did our best to get the wasp out
one of the many windows without success.

Ruby was ready to leave rehearsal it was such a stress. I, feeling my maternal instinct kicking in,

picked up a shoe and threw it at the wasp.

Yep, dear friends. I hit it, mid air, and the shoe landed neatly on top...of the squished bee.

In the span off time it took Ruby to hug me and start to say "Thank you for killing the beast"

 another flying bug the size of a ping-pong ball flew in the studio.

Can you say KARMA!!??

Mine or hers? Who knows.