What the?! (No Comments)

So just when I thought I had experienced all the gross, freaky and nasty things I could possibly experience as a mother, this happened…

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We spent the weekend in northern Ontario at our lake house.  We swam, boated, kayaked.  We had so much fun.

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I got the kids out of the lake around 3pm yesterday afternoon and we dressed and packed the van.  By 5pm we were on the road, heading home.

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Half an hour into the drive, 12 year old Sabrina shrieked,”Mom, I have a leech between my toes!  STOP THE CAR!”

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I replied calmly, “Honey, I’m sure it isn’t a leech.  We never have leeches in our water.”

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Sabrina went into full fledged panic attack, complete with the sweats, tears and heavy breathing. Her friend, Emma, who was sitting next to her, math book in her lap, was frozen in her place.

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I nudged my sleeping 22 year old cousin, Emily, who had joined us at the cottage for the weekend.  “Deal with this please!” I said.

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Emily twisted in her seat and said ” It’s not a leech, Sabrina.”  But then she turned and I saw that her face said otherwise.

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I continued driving for another 10 minutes because I didn’t want to stop on a busy two lane highway and risk our safety for a ‘maybe’ leech.

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Finally I saw a parking lot and pulled over, jumped out.

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Sabrina opened her door and stuck her foot out at me.  And there.  Poking up between her two middle toes.  There it was.

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So. A leech.  Out of water for over 2 hours.  In the middle of no where.  Forest everywhere.  And absolutely no salt in the car.

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I asked Emily to Google ‘how to remove a leech without salt’.

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And then I tried to put pressure where it was attached to force it off.

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But it was just as determined as I was.  And it wouldn’t let go.

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Until I pressed my jagged nail into it as hard as I could…this caused Sabrina to cry even more.  But it also caused the leech to pop off.

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I flung it away from us.

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She wasn’t bleeding.  But her tears were plentiful. I grabbed her face and kissed her wet, salty cheeks.

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As I got back into the car, no one spoke.  We drove in silence and all I could think about was, why didn’t I take a picture of that? Or get Em to video?  But I knew that if I had taken time to get my phone out, I would have been labelled the ‘worst mother ever’.  So I didn’t and now we don’t have proof of the grossness that we experienced.

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After about 20 minutes, when Sabrina had begun to recover and could speak again, she said “I wish you had taken a picture of it!”

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Me too.

 

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