Do you see what I see?
“What’s this bean thing on the floor?”
I didn’t pay much attention when Dave said this the first time. My husband is the king of asking the unanswerable question and I have learned to tune them out over the last 30 years. Which in turn has taught him to ask them again until I finally say in exasperation “How would I know that?”
I will admit this particular question might have been fairly easy to answer if I had gotten up off my lazy butt to go look at it but I was reading and why does he always have these pressing issues when I am trying to read or watch TV? I left my butt firmly planted on the couch and mumbled “No clue, honey,” and turned the page.
He threw whatever the bean thing was into the garbage and continued with his morning puttering – tidying up our already tidy house, wiping off counters, lamenting over the dogs dirty nose prints on the window he just cleaned.
“When are you walking the dogs?” he asked, suddenly standing over my shoulder.
Dude. I’m reading. Can you not see I am reading? “I don’t know – why?”
“Because I want to get the floors mopped and it’s easier to do it if they aren’t walking all over it at the same time.”
“Yah, yah, I know,” I said. “I’ll take them as soon as I finish this chapter. I have about 2 more pages.”
Dave began walking across the living room on his way to the basement to do some sort of manly man thing while he waited, when he stopped and bent over to pick something up from the carpet.
“Hey,” he said. “It’s another of those bean things. What the heck are these things? And why are they all over the house?” He walked towards me with his hand outstretched, until it was under my nose.
I put my book down and peered into his hand. Uh oh. Finally this man had my attention. And I finally had a question of his that I could answer, only I didn’t want to give it because I wasn’t too happy with it.
“Oh yuck. I think that’s a _____”, I said.
“No way. Really? How can that be a _____?”
I got up off the couch and Dave and I walked into the kitchen, so we could look at it in the sunlight. Sure enough. That wasn’t a bean.
“Yup, that is definitely a ____. That’s how they look after a few days on a _____.” I said, grimacing. Dave looked horrified and he dropped the “bean” on the table.
“Why do they get like that? Is that because they are full of ___?”
“That’s totally disgusting. You know what this means, right?” I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking these things could be in other places in our house. Like our bed. The chairs. The couch. The blankets. Anywhere the dogs could go. We both looked at the bean now crawling across the table and shuddered.
We had to burn down the house.
I decided to put a fun twist on my entry this week for Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge, and write a story to go with my photo. Then I decided to make it “more funner” by having you try to guess what our mysterious “beans” were. If you care to take a guess, put your answer in the comments below. I have nothing to give away, but will gladly ship you some of our ‘beans’ if you would like them.
The photo (a clue) is one of our lamps in the living room, taken when the sun is shining thru the shade in the morning. It gives me a nasty jolt every time I see it, until I remember it’s just a shadow of the lampshade parts.
Until next time,
Creepy Crawly Sue
PS – for more entries in Cee’s challenge, click here and check out the other entries in the comments section of Cee’s blog. Way more fun than “beans”!!!