There is ongoing joke at my Mom's house about me. You see, I HATE bugs! When I see them I freak. I know they aren't going to pick me up and carry me away or anything....but stranger things have been known to happen. I don't care what kind of bug it is I don't like them. Ants, spiders, beetles, cockroaches, centipedes..you name it, I hate it.
Well, when I was little I remember smashing this bug, and the yucky crunching noise it made. Ever since then, I am almost more afraid of killing the bug, than the bug itself. As a result....I am now the joke at my mom's house. You see, if I ever like laid on the couch and was watching t.v. or anything and I saw a bug crawling on the carpet, I would grab a big heavy book off the bookshelf and throw it on top of the bug! I figured, that way I didn't have to kill it, and I also didn't have to worry about where the bug went. In the morning often times the family would come downstairs and find 2-5 books on the floor. They knew there were bugs under every one of the books, and it was there job to dispose of them. If I saw the bug in the kitchen, the bugs would get a cup over them instead of a book.
This fact has not changed as I've gotten older. In fact, I might even be a little more scared now then I was back then.
Yesterday morning I found a centipede on my kitchen floor!!!!! Of course, it got the cup. Later I called Trevor and this is how our conversation went:
"Guess what is on the kitchen floor?"
"Um, a centipede...."
"You knew there was one there and you didn't take care of it?"
"Did you put a cup over it?"
"Yes, I did."
"I just wanted to see if you would put a cup on it."
Can you even believe that? Then later when Trevor got home he wouldn't dispose of the stupid thing. He said I was a big girl and that I could do it. I am a big girl but I just couldn't do it!!! So, as of this morning it was still there. I even thought about going and getting my brother, Kade, to go get it for me. Finally after work today, Trevor took care of it. He's my HERO!