I can't sleep. I'm up watching a movie and surfing Pinterest. My cup was empty and I went into the kitchen to refill it. As I approached the fridge, I stepped on something that went, "Crunch." *sigh* Is it a piece of cat food or something B dropped, I wondered. I look down, and it was this:
HOLY CRAP! I just killed a bug with my bare foot! And bug killing is "men's work"! I turned around, grabbed a paper towel and turned back to the bug. The mother fucker was walking away. (As I type this, I keep running my hand over the right side of my neck because I feel like something is crawling on me!) I scoop him up with the paper towel and squish really hard until I hear multiple crunches. Before tossing him in the trash, I opened the paper towel to ensure he's dead. I sighed in relief and turned to the sink to wash my hands and found this:
I can just hear the hubs now, "And that's what you get for staying up late!" It's a good thing he doesn't read my blog. If he finds out he's right about something, it will totally goes to his head.