Facehuggers

When we first decided to purchase a house, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Little did I know that we were moving into scorpion central. When we first viewed the house, sure there were a few carcasses, but I didn't think it was going to be a huge deal as the house, we were told, was sitting for over a year empty.

Approximately one two months after we moved in, I saw it. Hubs was on the floor with our baby, Piddles. Then he spots a lil smug facehugger trying to exit on his merry way-right from underneath him. I was freaked! This changed me forever. Not to sound dramatic, but they are lil terrorists trying to take over your home and will use force if necessary.  

Ever since, I had this awesome company called Bulwark (not a plug, just stating the facts) come out and spray. I was very paranoid the first year and had them come 1-2 times a month.

I've never been stung, but I hear stories about how it is very painful and how your injection site is numb... FOREVER! (just kidding, for several weeks). Someone even mentioned that it was way worse than a bee sting. IDK, but I'm not taking my chances.

So that was what, three years ago? This week we hear Queen Useless meowing at the wall. Then hear a strange guttural noise coming from the Fuzz (Q.U.). hubs calls me to come over and there on the wall is a gargantuan monster. It was, honestly, the largest scorp I had ever seen...just chillin... on my wall. I'm surprised he didn't ask for a snack or drink. 

Now I'm petrified to walk without my shoes and constantly scan the floors. It's almost not even worth it to be downstairs. Fuzzy was okay, she was just trying to play with it. I call her Queen Useless because she literally sleeps all day and stays up all hours of the night chasing NOTHING up and down the stairs while howling like a wolf.

Fuzzy Rant

I've had Fuzzy-Gideon (Q.U.) ever since she was a baby. I remember she was the biggest of her litter, but she was always sleeping alone in odd places, while the others snuggled together for warmth. When I picked her up she had really bad kitty breath and was sassy. I knew she was the one.

She has selective hearing and for some reason, avoids me at all costs. When I pet her she tries to run away and has been caught sitting on the upper stair ledge "hunting" me. When my brothers come to visit, they call her name once and boy does she come running and turns into a snuggle monster. I tried this, but she ignores me like, "That's not my name. Stop."

I've been trying to hand feed her and get her to be a lap cat, but Fuzzy does what she wants to. Hubs claims she imprinted on my brothers...I just say she's a Fuzz.