Bugs don't have ears, but I do!

I just had to share what just happened a few minutes ago.

I'm sitting here, just browsing online waiting for my youngest to finish her lunch. She eats in nibbles, and I'm always amazed she got anything in her mouth, because it's usually all over her head. But that's another story.

So my oldest 2 are loose, supposedly upstairs in their rooms waiting for me to bring J up, put her in her bed, and say "have a good nap" to them. Well, they're not in there rooms, but it's really not a big deal.

UNTIL I hear from upstairs, as clearly as if she were standing next to me, my oldest yell, "GO GET MOM!! OH NO!! GO GET MOM!!"

So my middle child comes down the stairs as fast as his 4 yo legs will carry him, yelling the whole time, "Mommy!! MOMMYYYY!! HELP!!"

You may (or may not) be surprised to find that I had not budged. This is where my momsense comes in, and I am not concerned. Why have I not jumped up from my chair and run to see what was the matter? Well, I'll tell you.

No one was crying. There were no tears, no screams of "My body juice is leaking! HELP!! I'm dying! My leg's broken!"

Nope. NO tears. So, I didn't move. I just asked my son what was up. And he replies in a hurried and frantic voice, "MOM!! There's a Bug in L's room! Come quick! It's going to escape!!"

I just said "You'll have to wait until the baby's done. When she's done, mommy will rescue the bug from L's room, and you can take a nap. You can go play until then."

So what happens next? My son yells to my dear daughter our conversation, and then he starts this sound. He's going up and down the back stairs, making this sound I can only describe as a banshee sound. "WEEEE OOOOO WEEEE OOOO WAAAAAAAA!" On and on and on. I was transfixed on a website, so I didn't stop him right away. My bad.

My youngest then started in. Mind you, she's still at the table, rubbing a granola bar on her face in hopes it will make it to her mouth, with some pb+j for effect.

She starts in with the same sounds.

This makes me a wee bit frazzled, and I shout to my son, over his din, "H! Stop! What are you doing?"

Because by this time, his older sister has started her own rendition upstairs, with the addition of stomping up and down the hallway, banging her feet and "WEEEE OOOOO WEEEE OOOOO WAAAAA BAAA BEEEE"ing all the way.

My son yells to me, over his sisters, "Mommy! We're scaring the big bad black bug away! If we scare it away, L can sleep in her room!"

Ok. Thanks to the Orkin commercials on TV, I know that bugs do not have ears.

But mommies do. And mine are beginning to throb, in time with my head.

I got all 3 calmed down, got the baby cleaned up and up they went.

When I got to my oldest's room, my 5 yo was standing in her window sill, pointing in the corner where the big bad black bug was. My 4 yo was running in and out of his room, saying, "L can't sleep. There's a bug. It might eat her in her sleep. Mommy! Get the bug!"

My 2 yo was deposited in her bed unceremoniously and kissed on her sweet head, and mommy went to deal with the big bad black bug.

What was the object of my Knee Highs' yelling and parading around?

A cricket. Yup. A black cricket.

With the rain, our basement has become a breeding ground of these black jumpers, and one seemed to have taken a wrong turn at the stairs, and ended up in my dd's room.

Too bad for him. He had to be eliminated, and down the potty he went.

My 5 yo came off her window sill, my 4 yo climbed in his bed, satisfied that mommy had taken care of the big bad black bug in his sister's room and all was well.

Phew. Catastrophe averted.

And now, I'm off to find the tylenol.