Sunday, July 24, 2011
Big Mother-of-a-Bug in the Laundry Basket
Shortly after we moved into our new house, I told my husband I needed a laundry tree (no room for a proper laundry line). He objects, out of principle, to towels that feel like sandpaper on the nipples, however, he understands the illogical rationale behind pumping power into an air conditioner to cool our house, then paying to heat up a laundry dryer. It makes no sense. The sun will do it for free. And I do love free!
We have a smart metre, so we fill the washing machine with clothes and soap and set it to delay to start at 5 a.m. Then, when we awake groggily from our various noctural adventures with the kiddios, I hang out the laundry for the day (with bamboo clothes pegs).
Tonight, I went out to take down the laundry with Amelia. I parked her in the bumbo beside the laundry basket and started to drop clothes pegs into the bag and clothes into the basket. Then suddenly something was moving in the laundry basket and I am ashamed at the shrill shriek that escaped my lips (also that I didn't know how to correctly spell shriek without spell check). I am also ashamed that I took a leap back, ready to bolt without my baby.
When Iain came to my rescue, I was wielding a bamboo tomato stake and prodding the red checkered boxers that seemed to be moving in the laundry basket. I was a bit shy when he had to dig way down into the depths of our clothes to fish out the big winged creature. I shrieked again, to my own dismay. Apparently it was a cicada. At least that's what Iain said. All I have to say is "Ew" and "Thank goodness we decided to keep the ugly chain-link fence!"
~Miss Wimpy Greenish Thumb~