*gags*

Why does shite mostly happen when the ole man is out of towm?

Rhetorical question really.

This morning I happened to glance up at the ceiling for gawd knows what reason and there were about 20 worms all over the fricking ceiling! WTF!!!!

I scarpered on a chair, got some paper towel and squished those mo-fos.

Later this afternoon, I spied about 5 of those little buggers on the ceiling again! Dang.

I disposed of those bastids (again) and went on about my day.

Later this evening, I am talking with hubby and telling him the tale when lo and behold, I spies three more of those feckers. Dammit!

Hubby is trying to calm me down even though he is thousands of miles away.

Bottom line, there were some eggs in one of the cereals I ate this morning and further investigation revealed that these eggs had developed into larvae.

*whimpers*

That is just fricking nasty.

Hubby trying to tell me how brave I am.

Bite me sezs I.

*barfs*

Don't think I'll be eating dry cereal anytime soon.