I didn't react very well.

I am the mother of two boys.
I should know better.
I should expect these things.
I forgot.

Big dude and little dude were playing outside.
I was intently writing on the computer.
They came in very animated and loud.
Big dude runs over to my space and thrusts out his arm.
"Look what we found, Mommy." he says loudly.

I couldn't help myself.
There was a neon yellow Caterpillar inching it's way up his arm.
It was furry. Yellow.
Huge.
(((shuddering)))
I heard myself yelling "Get that things away from me right now."
"But Mom, look." he pleaded.
"I can't look. Get it outside." I say in a weird freaked-out voice.
He complies, begrudgingly.
Deflated.

I hate myself.
I am the mother of two very boyish boys.
I should be used to this stuff by now.
He just wanted to share his "find".
I have made it a practice over the years to act cool even when I don't feel cool about creepy things.
And I never actually feel cool about creepy things.
Never.

I feel this intense need to go take a bath.
It was furry, for cryin' out loud.
And yellow.

I lost my cool.
My fake cool.
Gone.
Right out the window.

Over a Caterpillar.
Ugh.

After a moment, I grabbed the camera and did what I do.