I am not afraid of bugs, I did just fine with the giant roaches and swarming termites of Louisiana...but scorpions...with their barbed tails curled up ready to strike at any moment and their iridescent scales speeding across the floor...it is TOO much. When the insect could possibly send my child to the ER...is it worth it to live in the same town as these monsters? This one didn't escape after I swept him out of his hideout--you can see his guts met the floor very quickly. We saved the remnants to give our kiddos a mental image of the enemy of the house and told them to flee when another is encountered. I think we sufficiently freaked them out.
This is our trusty push mower. Growing up I always dreaded mowing the lawn at my parents. Huffing up those hills sucking in exhaust and gas fumes...it was not a pleasant task. But, I've been waiting for warmer weather (not a long wait here) so I could run our little red push mower across our little square of grass. In fact, I think the grass exists just so I can mow it. No fumes, no hills, just the sweet smell of newly clipped greens. Spring has arrived in February.
*Side note: My younger sister started up her blog (back in December it turns out). They made a Sandman in place of a snowman out in Jacksonville Florida this past Christmas. You can take a peek here.