So remember how two days ago I sent out the WOTD about my boyfriend, comparing him to Clark Griswold? Yeah, well for doing that, yesterday I got mine.

After work yesterday I came home and did my usual routine of walking down the street to my apartment, rather than on the sidewalk so as to avoid cicadas. This has worked very well for me and no bug has gotten into either my car or apartment by latching on to me. Yesterday it all ended. Badly.

I walked into my apartment and heard some squawk of a bug. I don’t know 100% for sure that the bug was on me, but I know it was in my place and loud and close. Immediately following the squawk, in a span of about 1 second, I:

– Flung my bag onto the floor, spilling the contents everywhere

– Ripped my work ID badge from my neck so that the ID fell from the badge holder and slid across the floor

– Screamed like a 5-year-old girl

– Slapped both of thighs so hard that I had actual handprints on them and raised pink marks

So no more making fun of people about cicadas.