And my Mum has discovered the proper way to get a hilarious reaction out of me.
By playing on my fear/hate of lizards.
(I hate them alive and I hate them dead)
Mum: The spiders are strong.. they run so fast.
Me: Are they mutated? Green? Bubbly?
Mum: Don't be surprised to see lizard eggs.
Me: *Scream*
Mum: They'll be hatched, don't worry.
Me: *Scream*
Mum: They mama won't be around
Me: *Scream*
I swear my grandmother wanted to shut me up.
It wasn't just screaming that was the problem, I was throwing everything off my hands and running off.
Then I was feeling around a paper bag and felt some strange brown object at the bottom..
Me: Mum.. WHAT IS THAT?
Mum: ... a dead lizard.
I think I absolutely fainted.
It was a hardened rubber band that has been squashed and she found it really amazing to discover that I ran into the bathroom and was practically scrubbing the skin off my hands.
