A massive, giant bug flew into my room.
AND I KILLED IT.
And I didn't scream at all. Not even when the bugger got too precariously close to where I was sitting.
OMG! 我长大了啦!
(I took a picture of the cursed flyfly. But it seems so completely diminished in size that if I posted it, my heroics would instantly evaporate.)
Back to reading Percy Jackson. It's a good enough read. Love it when baby reads with me, but I've not found a captivating enough story to keep me occupied for more than 30 minutes when he's here. And I think he's irritated because I keep disturbing him.
