I am not a girly-girl AT ALL, but I cannot handle bugs. Bugs skeeve me out to an insane degree.

Freddie is the chief bug-dealer-wither at our house, but when he’s not here, the job falls to me. [shudder] And I am not at all up to the task.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen this morning only to be confronted with a GIGANTIC KILLER CRICKET. Oh my heck, this thing was at least two inches in length. I don’t care what you say, that’s a big damn bug. I was sure it would eat my baby if given the chance, so I knew I had to do something about it.


It was blocking my path to the sink, which is where I needed to go. That’s also where the can of Bug Killa Chemicals lives, and I couldn’t get to it with a GIGANTIC KILLER CRICKET in my way. What if it jumped on me? My skin is crawling just thinking about it. I’d probably turn completely inside-out if it were to launch off the floor and land on me.

So I had to think. What else in the house could I use to incapacitate this bug so I could get it out of my house somehow? And I know there are people who don’t kill bugs but let them out into the wild. I am not one of those people. If a bug invades my home, I will kill it. Or have Freddie do it.

Luckily, there was a nearly full can of air freshener under the sink in the bathroom. I know on the can it says it’s not a bug repellent, but damn if it didn’t immobilize that GIGANTIC KILLER CRICKET long enough for me to scoop it up and flush it. With a fresh clean scent, I sprayed that thing, scooped it up in one of my disposable tupperware thingies, and plop! Into the toilet he went. I only dropped it once, and my skin? IS STILL CRAWLING.

I am going to be grossed out ALL DAY.

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