But since I'm working the next three days, and flying to the Cape on Monday, I do a bunch of things today to get beach-ready.
- Waxing. (Guys are so lucky).
- Manicure and pedicure (another girly thing).
- Canceling my paper.
- Getting my hair colored (darker but with a few highlights added).
- Cleaning my apartment.
- Getting my laundry done (really, it's cheaper and easier than doing it myself in my basement laundry room).
And then I see him. He's enormous and ugly.
It's just six o'clock, and all the building help have left. And, I no longer have a son at home to help me.
I start shaking. Stupid, I know. But he's moving so fast and I don't want to lose him and then have to wonder where he's hiding all night.
I grab about five paper towels. Tree-lovers would hate me. Now I don't see him.
I grab my iPhone and light up its flashlight. I look under my bureau, the last place I saw him. And then, he quickly dashes out.
But he takes a break, and I grab all those paper towels and swoop down on him.
I feel bad, but not as bad as I would have if he were crawling around my bedroom while I slept.
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