Creepy Crawlies (aka the south is not my friend)

Originally published at American Family. Please leave any comments there.

We seem to be facing a low-grade biblical style pestilence so far on vacation:

1.) L stepped on what we think is a hornet’s nest, was swarmed by about 30 insects and acquired two stings.  (Granted, this could happen anywhere, but it started us off on the wrong foot where creepy crawly things are concerned.)

2.) The chi-chi private-ish island where we are staying seems to be infested with spiders as big as M’s hand.  These things spin webs the size of a small house.   Seriously, that is about enough to keep me inside for the entire week.  That is, if I could be confident that they are not able to get into the house.  As of right now, I am not at all confident of that fact.

3.) I saw a cockroach the size of my thumb in the very fancy and clean condo kitchen.  Between the spiders and the roach, every time I enter a new room, as a precaution, I turn on the lights, stomp my feet a few times, and examine all the baseboards and corners of the room. 

4.)  Mr. A got stung by a jelly fish.   And yes, he did pee on it. Twice.  Actually, he peed into his cupped hand and splashed it on his leg.  Fortunately, we were near the beach club locker room so I didn’t actually have to watch this spectacle.   My niece also apparently brushed up against a jelly fish, but my sister would not allow anyone to pee on her.  She also rejected my offer of rubbing L’s pee diaper on little G’s leg.   G recovered despite her urine-free status a few minutes and one juicebox later.   Oh, and by the way, Mr. A claims the pee stopped the pain immediately.  (I didn’t tell him that Dr. Google claims it is not effective.)