Always check for uninvited guests
Many years ago, when we still put up a Christmas tree, we’d go to a local tree farm and cut down our own. Getting a tree at a Christmas tree farm guarantees that you get a fresh one. However, every now and then, you might bring home some uninvited guests.
Almost everyone remembers National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. One of my favorite scenes is when Chevy Chase tangles with the squirrel that had stowed away in the Christmas tree. We didn’t have a crazed squirrel but we did find some uninvited guests in our tree one year.
While hanging the lights on the tree I came across two odd looking things stuck to two of the branches. I showed them to Dear Hubby and he knew what they were. He clipped the twigs off, took them outside, and tied them onto a couple of hedge branches. “People pay for those egg casings,” he told me when he came in.
“They what?”
“Those were Praying Mantis eggs.”
“Oh, neat!”
Had those objects stayed in the warm house, several thousand, tiny Praying Mantis would have hatched out of them. It’s definitely not as dramatic as a wild and crazy squirrel stowed away in your tree.
I’m glad we didn’t have thousands of teensy bugs running around the house for Christmas.
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Doggonedmysteries 
How you bring old memories to mind. One spring day the temperatures soared. Knowing that I was going to have to spend several hours listening to a presentation in a room with indifferent A/C, I pulled out a llght summer blouse I hadn’t worn since the previous summer.
A half hour into the lecture the back of my neck started itching and itching and it spread down my back. In misery I crawled over knees to the aisle while the Important Personage glared at me from the lecturn.
I grabbed another participant and we headed for the ladies room where she finally figured out that a zillion or so almost invisible baby spiders had hatched from an egg that was laid under the tag on my blouse!
The good news was that as long as we were no longer under the beady eyes of the presenters we fled the premises.
That would be why I opt for the fake tree that is pre lit. I do not think I could take anything else living in my house lol. By the way thank you for your last comment on my blog, I am glad I am not the only one that cried at what she did for me.