Seriously. No joke.
I just almost accidentally ate a ladybug.
I have rinsed my mouth out about a billion times in the last three minutes and I am still feeling like I’m going to lose my dinner all over my desk.
Although my first instinct was to close my mouth, luckily I did not CHOMP down (the thought of me crunching down on a Ms. Bug is making me all queasy again). It was in my mouth long enough for me to feel its teeny little legs on my tongue and its hard little shell against the roof of my mouth. *shudder* I thought I saw my life flash before my eyes.
I quickly spat it out into my napkin and reached for the box of kleenex, using the contents of an entire box to wipe my tongue off. Oh, and I screamed, too. But just a little (compared to a sonic boom, it was just a teeny tiny scream).
Bleh!
I don’t like killing bugs, but I think this one was traumatized enough from being in my mouth. I just had to put it out of its misery. It was the right thing to do.
[I know you hate it when I do this, but no jokes about being inside my mouth, saying how good it is that I don't bite, asking if I will swallow, or any other pervy jokes. I know, I'm a party pooper, but HEY! I nearly ate a ladybug! Eww!]
P.S. – I know I have a big mouth, but when did I get designated Lady Bug Landing Pad™?
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