Sunday, January 27, 2008

I don't kill bugs - I can't - It's not that I'm that much of a bleeding heart, they just creep me the hell out

So last night when I was making dinner and my husband mentioned "oh, there's a spider on the wall", I, appropriately freaked out.

"Get it, get it, get it, get it NOW! Please. Please, please, please kill it. Now!"

Dutifully, he grabs a papertowel and crouches down to where the offending insect it on the kitchen wall.

"Oh," he says as he's studying it, instead of squishing it. "I don't think it's a spider." He continues to stare at it intently, like he's going to ask it to stay for dinner.

"Um..." I say after a minute. "I don't care what it is, it needs to not be alive in my kitchen."

Another minute of him studying it goes by and I'm about having a fit because of the nearness of this creepy thing. Finally, my husband decides that he's done being Charles Freaking Darwin and he murders the thing.

The lesson of the day? I don't care what genus and family it is from, if it is in my kitchen, it needs to be dead.