Confession

 

I HATE bugs. Seriously, any and all, with the exception of a lady bug here and there. I am totally and completely aware that it may go to the extreme sometimes…and I am ok with that.

Before Dave and I found out we were pregnant with Abby we always lived in an apartment…on the third floor. I LOVED it! We never had any bugs ever, like ever ever! I guess they are too darn lazy to hike up three flights of stairs, and I am happy with that. I also loved the coziness of apartments. I am not one who goes with the whole “bigger is always better” philosophy, and actually big houses freak me out with the amount of travel Dave has.

So, the other morning Abby and I were in the kitchen and she says “ O no mama, dirt”! Completely not uncommon in my house, but I look down to check it out anyway. Then I find this guy ( or his brother)

 Ugh!!! We get these nasty things a lot and they always ook me out. Well, I thought I lucked out because he was not moving. So, I spray him with the Lysol (this is how I always go into battle ), and he still did not move. SCORE!!! I grabbed a paper towel (or ten) and picked him up, then it went something like this… Me “ ahhhhhhh he's not dead” Abby “ ahhhhhhhhh…….ahhhhhhhh”

Yep, I screamed like a little girl which in turned made my little girl scream like a little girl and we were not handling this situation well…at all. I finally managed to spray it till it was lifeless and get it cleaned up. I am so proud of myself for setting such a good,calm example for my daughter!!! Just for the record, if it’s anything bigger than that guy, I spray it with the Lysol and then simply place a glass over it until Dave gets home. It works out better for all parties involved. No screaming, and the cat and Abby have something new to look at all day…I am just thoughtful that way!