Ada and I were finally playing catch … with our baseball gloves and the whole deal. Mind you, we were standing 3.2 feet apart but the ball wasgoing in the mitt for both of us. What an achievemnt.
So here I am thinking "YES!, maybe she'll be an athlete and I can show her everything I know about baseball!" - although I guess underhand pitching might not be my specialty, but you get the idea.
After about 10 catches and only 2 unforced errors, Ada claimed that the hand in her glove hurt.
No I don't normally doubt the pain of a kid unless I have a reason to - in this case I figured the gloved hadn't really been used so maybe there was a tag scratching her.
NO … that wasn't it.
Ada wasn't just whining about some little scratchy tag. The pain was getting worse- she dropped the glove to the ground and was near tears.
It was getting worse. She was freaking out, so I was completely boggled.
I took a look at her finger and it was a bit red - but nothing obviously cut or bruised.
Ada went inside with Julie and I inspected the glove. There was, in fact, something bizzarrible in there. It looked like a cocoon, but it turned out to be a spider!
As I pulled the half mashed-up bug from the glove, it started to move - kind of like the Terminator in the first movie - just when you thought he was dead, he'd slowly come back - a bit frightening - or at least weird.
Anyway, the kids are all desperate for attention right now so no more time for writing.
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