Friday, September 28, 2007

Ayieeeee! !!!!

Of course just when I'm feeling care-free and sassy because I laughed in the face of West Nile after the Boy's soccer practice and let him--nay, verily ENCOURAGED him--HELPED him, even!--catch tadpoles in the mucky pool that formed at the bottom of the soccer field...

Brain. Eating. Amoebas.

[Obviously, that should be Brain-Eating. Amoebas. There aren't mutant brains running around gobbling up amoebas. But the correct grammar just doesn't properly convey my sense of dread and despair.]

Dear god. Is there no end of things over which I must lie awake at night?

5 comments:

Kyla said...

Creepy. So creepy.

Orange said...

Good gravy, woman, you need not fret about Naegleria. What is the source of the water on the soccer field? Is it a natural source of warm freshwater? Are there geysers about? I doubt the tadpole puddle qualifies as "bodies of warm freshwater, hot springs, and thermally-polluted water such a water around power plants." And just two to three cases a year in the entire United States?

Better to worry about—no, no. I won't do it. I won't plant seeds of doom in your fertile imagination.

B.E.C.K. said...

Oh, I so get it. I can worry myself into a clinical panic attack if I'm not careful. But Orange is wise and you (we! ahem) should listen to her. ;^)

Psycho Kitty said...

But see, guys, you're talking to someone who spent 10 years married to a Walking Land Mine. Observe the things that happened to this member of my family, and why I might have a touch of the paranoid about being the "1 out of 1000":
Motorcycle accidents (going less than 10 miles/hour):3
Car accidents (not caused by self): 2
Titanium body parts inserted: 2
Attacked by gangs: 2
Stabbed with sword: 1
Strange, rare viral diseases: 1
Strange, unidentifiable lung disease: 1
Ulcers: 3
Deathly allergies: 2
Fell of cliff: 1
Knocked unconscious falling down stairs: 1
Fractured wrists: 2
Chipped tooth: 1
Busted eardrum: 1
Chased by shark: 1
Blown up: 1

Brain-eating amoebas? All in a day's work in this gene pool.

Belle said...

Holy mackrel! That is one list of unlikelies! How did any of you survive? Did the Boy inherit any of this disaster-in-human-form's genetic pre-diposition to catastrophe?