"Mom! Come here! Come here quick! You've got to see this!" DD15 screamed from the kitchen.  "Hurry!!!!"   I covered the distance from the living room to the kitchen in record time.  (Not that it's really that far.)

"What is it?" I exclaimed.  "What's wrong?!?!?!"

"Over there!" she points with near hysteria. "A bug fell off the ceiling over there!"  I peared over at the scrapbooking table where she was pointing.  Sure enough, there was a gi-normous (pronounced "jigh-nor-mus" a combo of giant and enormous) beatle bug trying to regain his (her?) senses.  The teacher in me jumped into action.  "Where's the camera!" I yelled.  I wanted a picture of this UO (Unidentified Object).  I got one good picture before the UO turned into a UFO.  Once he (she?) took flight DD15, DD11, and I were all screaming.  This flying aspect threw the teacher back letting Mom take over.  Mom wanted the bug O-U-T.  (Where were our guys when we needed them?!?!?!?) DD15 flung the door open while I reached for the broom.  I brought it down on top of the UFO.  Fortunately its prickly legs stuck to the end of the broom and I wisked it out the door.  Whew!  That was a close one.  Surely an invasion of Martians wouldn't be that scary.

Let me assure everyone that in the four years we've lived in this house we've never had an invader like this one.  Take a look: