The Jacuzzi

My first experience with a Jacuzzi tub was in high school on choir tour. The lady of the family from the church where we sang was giving me the tour of her house. My face must have betrayed the wonder I felt as she took me through her master bathroom. I had only seen those huge jacuzzi tubs on TV. Being the great hostess that she was, she told me that I could use it. I was so excited. “The rich and famous must live like this.” I thought to myself. When I was given the opportunity I waited while the water filled the tub just up to those holes. I couldn’t imagine wasting so much water. Satisfied with the water level I pushed the button to turn on the jets, laid back, and closed my eyes. Ah a little piece of heaven. I opened my eyes and looked around the room when something caught my eye. I looked in the tub and saw some black stuff. What in the world? Then I spied a wing, then a leg. Horrified I realized I was siting there with some huge black bug guts all over me going around and around in the jets. Gross! I got out of there quick, and had a tough time cleaning it all out. I sure didn’t want the lady to know what happened.

Years later I had all but forgotten about that incident when my husband and I bought a house. I was so excited to have my very own jacuzzi tub in my very own master bathroom. I may have enjoyed it a time or two, but my repressed memory must have surfaced because now each and every time I use my very own jacuzzi tub I get in keeping an eye on those six holes wondering when will be the day when I least expect it that one of God’s creatures is once again hiding in one of those holes.