Last night, we struck the blow. As we were cleaning the dishes, I confided to Jus that I hated going near our sink, which, as we know is right underneath our window. He laughed, and got his coat and bug spray. He was gonna take care of this once and for all. But... he had to read the directions on the bug spray first. Aloud. "If one is trying to kill dust mites, beetles, spiders, cockroaches, and every other disgusting thing with more than six legs, they love to live in dark, damp corners of your house, and then come out at night to party. So, spray the corners first." Whether or not that's what he really was reading, that was all I could hear coming from his lips. Strangely enough, it wasn't helping my bug-o-phobia.
It took about ten minutes for my loving exterminator to reassure me that when he sprayed, no, bugs wouldn't be scuttling around everywhere to get away from it. I told him if he was wrong, he owed me a cookie. One of those big, m&m ones from Brick Oven. If he was right, then a churro would be in order. With that agreement, he went outside and proceeded to spray (or "rain poison on the little suckers" as he put it.) It looks like we'll be getting churros soon.
My, that man is great. He told me once that he loves how I hate spiders. It makes him feel macho to kill them for me. All I can say is this. In the word's of Meryl Streep as Julia Child "Well, Dorothy, that's the man I married."
Love you, macho-spider buster-exterminator!
-Ali
The best part was after the extermination was over, I found a black fuzzy dangling from my sleeve while I was doing homework. Ali was quietly reading her book. So I said, "AAAaaa!! Ali look!" She was terrified, "Where did that come from?" she said. When I told her it was just a fuzzy I nearly lost my arm. But it was worth it. Love you too darling.
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