Bookends of heart failure
Yesterday morning as I got into the shower and adjusted the water temperature, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. Five thoughts simultaneously pasted themselves into my brain:
1. What is that?
2. I should really put my contacts in before showering.
3. Seriously, man…what IS that?
4. Is it a clump of hair? It’s pretty large.
5. Wait, why is it moving away from the water? Toward ME?
I scuttled out of the shower and, walking directly past my glasses on the vanity, went into the bedroom to grab my other pair of glasses (note to self: quit being a baby and just get the LASIK surgery already).
Jason heard me moving around and came to investigate.
“Are you OK?”
“What? Oh yeah, sure. Um…could you please check the shower for me? I will be right over here a comfortable distance away, not looking in the shower.”
So he got the reluctant pleasure of squishing the world’s longest silverfish, which…GOD. I mean, I kill bugs and spiders myself without an ounce of squeamishness, but silverfish make me want to stab my eyes out with a shrimp fork and then take 47 showers.
Showers not infested with silverfish, of course.
Then, last night when I got home from work, Jason was nowhere to be found.
I asked Sunny, “Where’s Jason?” (Because I am one of those people who has conversations with their pets, such as the nightly “Are you dead? Oh no, dead kitty!” conversation, where I do all the talking and Sunny plays dead with one back leg all rigor-mortised in the air.)
I figured Jason was downstairs and started to head down there when I remembered I was still wearing my coat. I then opened the coat closet to see Jason standing there all wide-eyed.
After my long-winded scream (a welcome departure from my usual impulse of shouting the f-word when startled) he said, “I knew the minute I hid in there it was going to end badly. But you should’ve seen your face!! By the way, I almost stuck my toe out from underneath the door so you would know it was me.”
Because that would have been SO MUCH BETTER. I’m sure I wouldn’t have been concerned AT ALL about a giant toe belonging to some unknown person sticking out of my coat closet.
Maybe he was hiding from the relatives of the silverfish?
Comment by M. Cobweb — April 19, 2007 @ 5:06 pm
I’m sorry, I’ve led a sheltered life…what’s a silverfish?!
Comment by Becky — April 20, 2007 @ 6:20 am
I just may have been hiding from the relatives. Sunny “pointed” out another one yesterday that I had to dispose of. She’s good at finding bugs; we just have to get them before she eats them.
Comment by Jason — April 20, 2007 @ 7:40 am
Here’s a silverfish:
http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o289/picklesdimes/silverfish.jpg
Delightful, huh?
Comment by Shauna — April 20, 2007 @ 8:50 am
I’ve had those in my shower before.
Comment by Soile — April 20, 2007 @ 11:27 am
I would have been upset also. I don’t blame you one bit!!
Comment by Michelle Pierce — April 20, 2007 @ 4:17 pm
Looks like something you could catch a walleye with! You guys like to fish…maybe you could save them for bait!
Comment by Becky — April 23, 2007 @ 6:38 am
We’ve had bugs like that before too. Not lately, they must all be at your house. My cousin told me that they like to come up the drains at night. Try closing the tub and sink when not in use. Apparently that is the weapon of choice in the south where they live rampant YEAR ROUND. (Thank you MN for freezing temps) It may or may not help. If not, good luck showering with your new best friends.
Comment by Rachelle — April 25, 2007 @ 11:47 am
Come UP THE DRAINS?!?
I think I’m hyperventilating.
Good idea about closing up the sink and tub. We’ll definitely do that.
Comment by Shauna — April 25, 2007 @ 12:01 pm
[...] This morning, as I have every other morning since discovering the creature in our shower, I checked the tub (wearing my glasses) for any hint of non-sanctioned tub occupants. Finding none, I clamored in, took a nice long shower and as I grabbed my towel to wrap around my head like a terrycloth Tower of Pisa, I saw something sprint from underneath the shower liner. [...]
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