A doctor was called for an emergency at the hospital and didn’t have anyone to leave her three kids with, but suddenly, she saw the garbageman and got an idea. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she returned home.
“Now? Are you sure Dr. Morris is not available?” I asked Nurse Carey on the phone, although I was already changing my clothes and thinking hard.
“No, Dr. Sanders. Dr. Morris is currently driving across state lines trying to get here. You live close by, so I thought I would call. The interns have no idea what they’re doing. I know it’s your day off, but I didn’t know what else to do. Will you be able to come?” Nurse Carey said, trying not to sound worried, but I knew they needed me.
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“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I just need to find a babysitter,” I replied and hung up, immediately dialing Vicky, who was the only person who could somewhat handle my three crazy kids.
I’ve been a surgeon for a long time, but I used to have my husband, Peter. My rock. He became a stay-at-home dad when the realities of having three children became too much. But he passed away from a sudden heart attack while I was in the middle of another surgery.
My entire house… wait, was this my house? It couldn’t be.
Now, I had to constantly find babysitters for the children when unexpected emergencies happened. I couldn’t handle them. I had no patience, and it was silly to think that any babysitter would be able to handle them either. Two babysitters quit after one day of work, and word got around that my kids Johnny, 9, Christie, 7, and Lucy, 3, were menaces.
I mean… they were not wrong. But they didn’t have to put me in this position. Now, only Vicky ever said yes. Usually, I paid through the roof for the local daycare center when I was scheduled regularly at work, but I couldn’t rush them in today. It was already noon on a Friday, and I would feel bad sending them.
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“I’m sorry, Opal. I can’t babysit today. I’m sick and can barely move,” Vicky said when I called. I told her to get some rest and hung up the phone. I hated the staff at the hospital daycare, and they hated me in return. But I was out of ideas. I would have to wrangle with my children and go there.
But suddenly, I heard all the kids yelling, “Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!”
I sighed. They didn’t have an uncle. The local garbageman was so friendly and sweet that they started calling him uncle as soon as they could speak. I had known him for over ten years, and my kids adored him.
Johnny opened the front door, and all my babies went outside to greet him. I might have to call the hospital, I thought. I was never going to get those kids back into the house to be dressed on time.
But I did smile at the sight of them playing with Bob. My kids had turned into devils when their father died. The therapist said it was normal and would pass, but I wasn’t so sure. I felt like a failure. Like my mothering instincts were faulty or something. I didn’t know what to do.
But as I watched the kids hug and ask Uncle Bob to play, I had an idea. “That’s it,” I told myself and ran to Bob.
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“Bob, I have a crazy request. I know you’re busy. But I was wondering if you would babysit my kids for 25 minutes. I have to check something urgent at the hospital, and I have no one else,” I begged, and my kids looked at me with wide eyes filled with happiness.
“Sure, Dr. Sanders. I can watch them for a while,” he replied, nodding and smiling. My children jumped and cheered.
“They’re more than a handful, though. I’m warning you,” I said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry. You go ahead. Your job is important,” he told me, and I ran off, hoping my house would not be entirely destroyed by the time I returned.
The situation took more than 25 minutes, as Dr. Morris got stuck in traffic, and the patient became even more urgent. I was rushed into an operating room, and I couldn’t get away until three hours later. I felt so bad for Bob, who obviously had his own work to finish.
I drove home as quickly as I could. “Bob! Bob! I’m sorry!” I yelled breathlessly as I opened my door, but I froze.
My entire house… wait, was this my house? It couldn’t be. My house was always littered with toys, crayons, paper, and sometimes smears of peanut butter. I know. Gross. Don’t judge me.
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“Dr. Sanders, how was your surgery? Everything alright?” Bob asked as he appeared from the hallway.
“What happened here? My house… is unrecognizable. And why aren’t the kids screaming and running around?” I asked, so confused and shocked.
“Lucy is napping, and Christie and Johnny are in their rooms, reading,” he told me, and I swear, my jaw hit the floor.
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“No, go see.”
I had to go, and my eyes couldn’t believe it either. But Bob had told me the truth. “How did you do this?”
“Oh, Dr. Sanders. I was a single father raising kids once. Mine were ten times worse than these three angels,” Bob laughed. “I taught them to pick up after themselves and narrated them fairy tales. Your kids ate that up. You might want to buy them more books.”
I nodded, starstruck. No one in my life had ever called my kids “angels,” and they had never been interested in the few books I got. “I can’t believe it,” I whispered.
“It was easy. But now I have to go,” Bob said, picking up his work jacket from the back of a chair.
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“Oh, yes. I’m so sorry about being late. I’m so embarrassed,” I said, touching my forehead. “I’ll pay you triple for that.”
“No. No. I don’t need money,” Bob shook his head, raising his hands.
“Please. For your time,” I insisted with my stern look. People at the hospital were afraid of that look, so I knew Bob would not be able to reject the money.
“Ok, I’ll treat the kids to something nice,” he laughed. “Goodbye, Dr. Sanders. Have a nice day!”
“Thank you!” I yelled out, exhausted.
***
My kids behaved for the rest of the day, and I almost cried. It was the best day ever.
So, I called Bob and offered him a full-time nanny job, tripling his current salary and adding more health benefits since I had connections at the hospital. He accepted in the end, and I was so thankful that I gave him a Christmas bonus and plane tickets to his family could visit Disneyland in California later that year.
Mom sees kids with little “fur ball” at the park – looks closer and immediately realizes grave danger
Over thousands of years, humans have developed reflexes and learned to avoid certain animals and other creatures.
Even while most animals pose little threat to people, it is nevertheless advisable to exercise caution when you are outside.
She had been out with the kids on a normal day until she noticed a strange fuzzy ball-shaped creature.Mother Leslie Howe did that while she and her family were in a local park.
Leslie, a Georgian mother, saw an odd object near her children at the local playground in 2014. Before Leslie noticed an odd, hairy, ball-shaped monster, the day out with the kids had been normal.
The mother followed her instincts. In the end, it would turn out to be a smart decision. “It feels worse than a wasp sting.”
Leslie was in the park in Gwinnett County, Georgia, with her infant and two other young children when she noticed the “fur ball.” Despite its small size and first harmless aspect, she felt compelled to stay away from it.
This tale was first published a few years ago, but it is now making a comeback online to warn all American parents about the danger.
Leslie had hoped that by sharing her story, people would be warned not to approach the suspicious fur ball, which turned out to be a Megalopyge Opercularis larva, sometimes referred to as the puss caterpillar.
Perhaps the name alludes to the caterpillar’s velvety fur’s resemblance to a cat’s. Despite injecting venom, the bug’s exterior gives the impression that it is harmless. The venomous bristles underneath are covered in hair.
These larvae, which may grow up to about 1 inch in length, are found throughout most of the United States. According to NPR, they were “feasting on foliage in states as far west as Texas and between New Jersey and Florida.”
Avoid handling the puss caterpillar at all costs since its sting is excruciating. If you do that, they may adhere to you and inject their poison.
It is more painful than a wasp sting. When the organism sticks, the agony starts right away and gets worse. It can even cause bone pain. Where it becomes trapped and how many tags have penetrated your skin will determine how badly it gets stuck. According to Expressen, ethnologist Don Hall told National Geographic that those who had it trapped on their hands had complained of discomfort that went up to their shoulders and lasted for up to twelve hours.
Eric Day, manager of Virginia Tech’s Insect ID Lab, has undoubtedly been harmed by the puss caterpillar’s sting. While mowing the lawn at his rural Virginia home, he was bitten by the peculiar-locking caterpillar.
“That blister and the irritated area that followed were visible for several weeks,” he recounted, “but the burning sensation went away in about a day.”
If this caterpillar stings you, remove the dangerous hairs with tape and then carefully wash the area with soap and water. The National Capital Poison Center suggests applying hydrocortisone cream or baking powder to the stung site if it begins to itch. If it worsens, get medical attention.
Although puss caterpillars seldom cause death, their stings can result in anaphylaxis, which can be fatal.
Check out this strange and enigmatic caterpillar:
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