See the beetle on Sarah C's shoulder?
Because THAT beetle caused me to scream, point and run away flailing immediately after snapping that there picture.
Meanwhile Sarah, having no idea why I was pointing at her and screaming, completely panicked, leaped from the car and starting stripping off her sweater.
Once it was determined that Sarah's shoulder wasn't on fire and that it was a only beetle (not some sort of freaky spider), I was chastised and chased around the driveway accordingly.
All in all, a somehow perfect (and suiting) end to a great visit with friends.
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