Samira wrote:
Yeah, I'm usually pretty relaxed on the issue of creepy-crawlies. But that... that is an abomination.
I watched BT go all He-Man on a silverfish this morning. He was making sausage and started screaming nonsensically at the top of his lungs, and I thought he had burned himself. We located the intruder, but he refused to step on it with the shoes that he was wearing, so he started throwing a boot at it.
I really should just step up and be the bug-killer of the household, because BT's mania whenever he sees anything with more than four legs is pretty counter-productive to eliminating small creepy-crawlies. I told him to just grab it with some tissue and flush it down the toilet. I'm afraid to ask what he actually did to dispose of it, after hearing the wailing it got from the boot.