PTSD has me buggin’ out

I was just reading with Bella in her bed. Yes it’s late, but we got back from the beach late, don’t judge me😂 So I felt something on my shoulder and I looked around a bit but didn’t see anything… then I felt something on my head, touched there but didn’t feel anything… then I saw it on my shoulder. I didn’t handle it very well. First I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then I brushed it off, stood up and ripped my dress over my head and ran out of the room. Then Bella screamed BLOODY murder and ran out to me. We woke gordon up and he came to our rescue. It was a medium sized, likely harmless black beetle.

I could have handled that a bit better. But I I’m actually suffering from giant black beetle PTSD. Self-diagnosed of course, about a week ago.

You see….my husband and I did a lot of gardening one day last week. As we were wrapping it up, Bella informed me that I had something on my back. I didn’t think much of it and casually asked what it was. All of the faces looking back at me looked alarmed. Like shocked and horrified and alarmed. So now naturally then I was alarmed. But my neighbors were around so I couldn’t frantically rip my shirt off and run down the block, so I tired to play it cool. Gordon says “that must be fake, did someone put that on mom? HOLY SHIT LESLEY COME HERE!” He wouldn’t touch it though. Instead he used the hose to spray it off of me. It was a GIANT black beetle. I’m serious, GIANT. Like a mouse… So I’m traumatized.

I guess I handled it the best I could😬😂