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| - Went to Petersens tonight, expecting a benign, even pleasant, ice cream parlor experience. I went with my family, and there were lots of ohhs and ahhs about how cute it was, and with free samples it felt like a throwback to our childhood. My sister and her husband got a two scoop sundae that was about five scoops, so I got one scoop, which was one scoop. Fair. Who orders one scoop? The ice cream was a lot softer and more bland than other ice cream parlors. A bummer. Then, my brother-in-law pointed out that the wall was moving--because of a crazy amount of bugs crawling on it and a few buzzing and flying around our heads. One landed in front of my niece, who panicked. The bug wall was gross, and I suddenly was glad that the ice cream hadn't even been worth eating. Then my sister looked over, and said, "Molls, there's something on your shoulder." I looked at my shoulder and wondered how a big chocolate covered something could have gotten there. Had a child flung ice cream around? Did my sister reach for a bite and it fell from her spoon? Then I realized that the big chocolate covered something was a bug as it scuttled down my shirt sleeve, totally creeping me out with its tiny legs leaving a trail of paranoia in their wake. Needless to say, I panicked like my three year old niece and ran out. I may or may not have been yelling roach... to be fair to the bug, I'm by no means an expert on bugs, as I try to avoid them. It remains an unidentified ice cream eating (I'm assuming) large, black, scary, scuttley insect. There was another (smaller) bug on my foot when I got outside, not to mention more big beetle-like bugs right outside the door. Maybe it's the neon? I don't know. I don't care. I need to go take a shower because I feel like those bugs are on me. Ew, ew, ew! Gross. Grosser. Grossest. I love ice cream, but after that, pretty sure I won't be eating any for a long time.
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