Hammocks Are Not Safe

This is our hammock.

Today I was on the phone and decided to sit in the hammock while I talked to Wendy in Norway.

I unzipped the net and slid my upper body inside the bug net and planted my big old tail into the hammock.

As I slid into the hammock something went terribly wrong. The bottom didn't open up to embrace my giant tail and I fell back against the netting. The netting is not meant to support more than the weight of a few bugs. I weigh more than a few gazillion bugs.

The hammock flipped.

At this point I was dangling above the ground (still on the phone mind you) in a tangle of mosquito netting. It was like a giant cocoon was trying to swallow me. Cars were passing on the highway and they could clearly see me trapped. I kicked and flailed and tried to figure out what was happening.

Then I heard the rip.

Slowly the net gave way and I was thrown from the comfort of my cocoon to the hard ground below.

I was still tangled and had to crawl out. I was not a beautiful butterfly. I know people were watching me from the road and I know they were laughing. I would have been. I probably would have stopped to take pictures too. Wendy got to listen to the madness but luckily Kirke and the kids were unaware of my dilemma.

~Till They All Come Home~