So as I was saying last Sunday, I had been attacked by a ginormous creature with a stinging tale and holy moly did it hurt! In my limited exposure to country creatures I had never come across such a thing that made me endure such pain as I did when that little sucker attacked my foot. Sweet Jesus this was a new level of torture.
I also mentioned in last Sunday’s blog that I had escaped to the bathroom and was waiting for Cowboy to come and rescue me (like he usually does). He keeps me safe from all things bad.
I wonder if he’ll ever tire of being my cowboy in shining armour? Probably not. I’m guessing he’d be bored without me in his life. Can you imagine how dreary his existence would be? All gloomy and cloudy with a chance of rain. I am truly his sunshine and I never miss an opportunity to remind him of that. Makes me want to belt out the song “I am your sunshine, your only sunshine.” Heehee.
Before I took refuge in the bathroom, I trapped the stinging-tailed creature underneath a red solo cup. I wanted to keep it in the hallway so Cowboy would know the exact spot to squash that little bugger. Who would have thought that those red beer-pong-liquor holding cups could be used for such a thing. Genius on my end.
As I’m minding my own business in the bathroom I hear something outside of the bathroom door. Thank the sweet Lord above! Cowboy has come to the rescue. I hop off the edge of the tub and swing the door open, ready to greet my wrangler wearing hero.
Only he is not what greeted me on the other side of the door…
Check back next Sunday y’all for the conclusion of A Tail with a Stinger- xo, Tammy