Screaming like a girl!

I have two boys. Both are boys boys if you know what I mean. They are the rough and tumble kind of guys. They are ferocious on the basketball court and are not afraid to shed blood. However, as I was crawling into bed last night I was startled by the sound of what sounded like a girl screaming from my son's bedroom. All of a sudden my 14 year old son comes running into our room screaming like a girl. I immediately started laughing."What is this kids problem?"

It was a SPIDER!! He had been trying to get rid of the spider with his shoe and it jumped on him. WELL..... I have never seen a display quite like it. I, of course continued laughing as I told my husband to accompany the little girl back to his room and make sure there were no more spiders. I myself am not afraid of spiders. I figure I can easily step on it or take care of it any numbers of ways.

As I tried once again to crawl into bed I chuckled to myself as I remembered that my older son will scream like a girl when a bee circles his head. Hilarious!!!

My daughter on the other hand is fearless. No screaming like a girl from her. She is a warrior. She can give you a look that puts you in your place pretty darn fast. (I wonder where she got that?)

Now snakes are another issue altogether. Taylar and I are deathly afraid of snakes.....

In the summer of 1990 we moved to Bolivar, Missouri to attend university. We rented a small house just outside of town on 3 acres. I am not a country girl but I thought I would give it a try so I planted a small flower garden in front of the house. As I placed the last plant in the ground I decided to run across the yard to the well house to grab the hose. So barefoot, in cut off shorts I made my way to get the hose feeling like I was pretty smart. Then it happened..... I stepped on a snake. Did I mention that I was barefoot? So the snake jumped up between my knees and was flapping back and forth and I was jumping up and down and no matter what either of us did we could not get away from each other. Garry came around the house at a run and somehow separated the snake and I. All I remember to this day is jumping for about an hour and screaming. Garry was chasing the snake with the lawn mower around the yard and then the snake slithered under the house. I took one look at Garry with the famous look and said, "We are moving to town." And we did that very week.

So I guess maybe I can understand the screaming like a girl thing...Sorta