I felt so sure that finally this weekend my streak of limited porch time would be broken. The Storm Family had taken their leave and Mr Sun was on-duty, but not working too hard.
I waited by the door to make my way onto my beloved porch, and then Mom opened the door to happy times. Dad went outside with us. I was getting my first roll in the dirt when Mom decided the camera needed to come outside too. Naturally I wasn't thrilled with this news, but with sun on my floofy belly, I was going to let it slide. I have my adoring public to think of after all.
And that's when things went all wrong.
Mom was about a foot from the door when she started to scream like a banshee (Not you Banshee). I was scared to death. So was half the neighborhood, including the small children two backyards away who thought Mom was a Halloween sound effect come early. Mom managed to clamp one hand over her pie-hole and used the other hand to point at the wall beside the door.
What was the horror? A Praying Mantis (Mom could hardly type that now - and she's started scratching again - Good Cod). Dad came running over and said "Wow, Look at that! Get it Finny!" I was considering my approach when Mom grabbed me in her arms and ran to the end of the porch still squealing. "No! Not Finny! What if she misses and it gets INSIDE!!!" Rude.
Dad dispatched the giant bug alone as I was left to flail helplessly in Mom's arms. To make the whole incident the tragedy it became. Mom refused to stay outside and we were all ushered back indoors for the remainder of the weekend.