Crazy week!

So I had a crazy encounter with a wasp on Tuesday evening.  I went out to get the mail and got stung my a giant pterodactyl sized wasp.  I thought someone shot me in the arm it stung so bad.  I screamed and swiped it off with a magazine and ran in the house.  Within about 3 minutes my whole body felt like it was on fire and every inch of of my skin was itching like crazy!  I called Mills and he rushed home.  What seemed like 3 hours was only about 25 minutes.  By the time Mills got home my ears had completely swollen shut (weird I know but literally my ears closed up and I couldn't hear anything) and my eyes were almost completely swollen shut.  Not to mention I looked like a freak show!  We rushed to urgent care where the lady behind the desk immediately rushed me to the back where they started giving me a bunch of shots.  They didn't even make me fill out any paperwork first....I must have looked bad.  Almost instantly all the swelling and discomfort started going away.  The doctor then told me I am deathly allergic to wasps and bees and need to get to an allergist as soon as possible.  Oh and I now have to carry an EpiPen around with me everywhere I go in case I get stung again b/c apparently every time you get stung it is worse that the last time.  GREAT!  How am I 30 years old and just now finding this out?

Oh then Wednesday evening I was in our back yard with Penny and the neighbor came out to talk to me.  I told her about my wasp encounter and then asked her if she had been seeing a possum around lately b/c I keep seeing this possum in our back yard and then is crawls through a hole in our fence and then runs underneath their house.  Anyways, when I asked her this question she said "Oh yeah, we have a pet possum that lives underneath our house.  We named it Sandy!"  WHAT!?!?  Who lets some sick ass possum just live under their house.  Then she proceeded to tell me they like the possum b/c it comes out at night and eats their dogs poop so they don't have to clean it up.  SSSSIIIICCCCKKK!

Then last night a purple and orange lizard hopped in the door right behind Mills.  We ended up having to move the China cabinet and just about every other thing in our dining room trying to catch that damn lizard.  Mills finally captured it in a tupperware container but he accidentally tore off the tail in the lid of the container.  Ok folks, I am not even kidding...the tail proceeded to move around squished in the lid for about 5 minutes.  Mills and I both danced around the room freaking out at the possessed freaky lizard tail that wouldn't stop squirming around.  It reminded me of how they said when you cut a chicken's head off, the body will still run around for a few minutes.

I feel like every night there is some weird animal, reptile or insect sighting around this joint.