But it can be difficult when you actually are a wimp. I’m trying anyway. (Mostly because I’m such a massive wimp that
if my husband isn’t home I need the aforementioned children to dispose of any
animal/insect life that I come in contact with.) The second reason I’m trying is because I don’t
want them to be as wimpy as I am.
I start the de-wimpification process by attempting to show
that whatever is making my brain hyperventilate is not a big deal. (I wanted to be an actor when I was in Junior
High so in a way I’m actually living out a childhood dream.) Usually they see through my attempts but I
flatter myself … not always. (Unless the
creature has wings including butterflies! If it has wings in an enclosed space I am willing to
sacrifice any child within reach!)
I’m not really a fan of coming into contact with any animal
life … except as food or on TV. Exception: I think kittens are adorable. Cats are tolerable. I’m no longer a teenager so horses hold no allure
for me. Birds scare me. And it goes downhill from there.
And so, it was with delight, that when I opened my front
door last week to put Will on his bus, I found a chewed up mouse. A gift from Brianne’s kitty to her. (Considering
that the cat has been outside for less than a month I’m worried that multiple corpses
of dead birds and rodents will be lovingly placed at my front door!)
I immediately pounded on Brianne’s door, told her I was
leaving in an hour and the bloody corpse better be gone before I had to leave
again … it was.
On a positive note Brianne is learning responsibility
because I take no responsibility for deposing of dead things or finding someone
to feed her cat while we are on vacation.
On a completely unrelated note does anyone want a cat? … Or
small dead creatures?
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