Mama Bear Moment
April 21, 2006 by Veronica Mitchell
Sweetpea was crawling around the floor today today and found a wasp. We get them inside occasionally, especially in the spring, when they are drowsy and slow-moving. She must have found it and tried to touch it, because it stung her on the wrist.
We were eating dinner while she was playing and suddenly she started wailing. The husband saw the wasp and killed it. I comforted Sweetpea. And I was a little disappointed that he killed her attacker in one squish. The thing made Sweetpea cry, and I wanted to twist its little body into excruciating torment, look into its eyes and say, “This is for hurting my baby.” And then murder it. Horribly. None of which is really an option for an insect. Revenge may be a dish best served cold, or it may be sweet, but mostly it’s just anti-climactic. At least when it’s a bug.
I think I will have to conquer this urge before she starts dating, or I may be littering the Midwest with bodies.
I know. One time in a playgroup, another child hit Sean over the head with a plastic shovel and I wanted to take the shovel and hit him back. But I’m over that now. I’ve matured a lot as a parent since last week.
How strange: you were reading my blog exactly as I was reading yours. Blog serendipity.
On topic, why do I keep hearing in my head: “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Oh no! I feel the same way about the floor that seems to spring up from below and smack my baby on the head each and every time the bed rises up and spits her off of it. I could kill them both!
Veronica, you keep hearing that line because I am standing behind you whispering it in your ear.
I love that movie.