Beetle in my {yoga} Pants

No, seriously. There we were, on a mini-vaca in New Hampshire. I was walking from the house to the campfire in some yoga pants and a sweatshirt (this isn't different than any other day). I kept feeling something hit my leg. I thought maybe the baby monitor in my sweatshirt pocket was tapping my leg (this was a big sweatshirt my friends, so yes, my phone pretty much reached mid-thigh...it was a red Ohio State sweatshirt from Steve & Barry's from years ago. But that's not important).

I kept feeling my leg, but nothing. This happened a good 3-4 times. Finally, when I was sitting down next to the fire, it happened again. This time, though, it couldn't have been the monitor because it wasn't in my pocket (critical thinking, I know). I moved like lightning to feel what is was and...CRUNCH...eww, that unmistakable crunching sound when you know you've just squeezed a bug within a millimeter of its life (although I was hoping it was good and dead, don't hate me). I screamed, made my mom roll up my pant leg and take the creature out. This was all done with my eyes squeezed shut and I repeated over and over "don't tell me what it is!!!" I was afraid it would be a spider and that my fear phobia of them would be even worse (if this is possible, it's doubtful). Well it was the darned beetle. It had no business being there. None.

We also got Carter's 12 month photos back. Here are a few (he's way cuter than the squished beetle from my pants).

Whoooaaa. That was way too many. But that doesn't happen too often {ever} around here, so forgive me.

I also really love this one too (well I love them all, but didn't want to murder you with pictures of us), but it's vertical, so I'll put it down here all by itself.

That's all for today. Check your pants for beetles.