If Only It Was That Easy

I had a moment of weakness last night.

You know how I said I am over the lonely thing? Well, I am....mostly. But then certain things happen, and you realize how handy and nice and sweet it is to have someone with testes living under your roof.

There was a yucky bug in my kitchen last night.

Yep. Really yucky. And relatively fast. The worst kind.

You can't just ignore them. Although that was my first instinct. "If I don't look at it, it was never there." But, it was there. And there is no telling where it would end up. So....I got my shoe and smooshed it.

It crunched a little.

And stuck to the floor instead of my shoe.

Which means I had to pick it up with a paper towel to dispose of it.

Which caused me to gag and almost throw up.

And I did all this while helping my daughter with her math homework and trying to keep the whole "there-is-a-huge-crunchy-bug-in-our-house-that-is-now-stuck-to-the-floor" thing under wraps so as not to freak out aforementioned daughter.

Multitask, anyone?

I did it. But I did not like it.

I need an "Insta-Man" or something.

Insta-man!

Just add water! Goes from a packet of powder to bug killing hunk of manly goodness in less than 3 seconds!

Guaranteed to turn back to powder after the job is done and before he eats all the food in the fridge!

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