I am deathly afraid of bugs. Any and all, dead or alive. I am afraid of bugs. I was going into the bathroom start a bath for Ethan and there was a giant red ant on the wall. I screamed and Doug came running. "What is your problem!!!" he said. I pointed at the trim around the door to reveal to him this ugly red ant. If this wasn't enough Doug thought I was crazy so he smushed the ant with a piece of toilet paper and then proceeded to chase me into our bedroom with the ant guts. I slammed the door in his face and locked it. I reopened the door, only to reveal the ant gut toilet paper in my face. Doug was taunting me. I closed the door as fast as I could and stayed locked in my room for 2-3 minutes before coming out. As I opened the door slowly, I noticed the ant gut ridden piece of toilet paper laying on the floor. Reluctantly I picked it up with two fingers and gave the ant a burial at sea. Needless to say, this was a very exhausting experience.
If this wasn't bad enough, I am cleaning out my closet and there is a giant cockroach laying flat on his back dead as a doornail. I am scared to even vacuum him up. I think I will make Doug do it tomorrow. Now, if only I can sleep knowing that he is laying in there all nasty and cockroachy in my closet. Lord, please don't let me forget about it and step on it in the morning as I go to pick out my shirt. Maybe I'll go pick my shirt out tonight while the thought of Mr. Cockroach is still fresh in my memory.