You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
THERE WAS JUST AN ANT ON MY LEG! WHERE ARE THESE BUGS COMING FROM?!?!?!?!? WHAT DO THEY WANT WITH ME?!?!?!?! I AM BEING ABDUCTED BY SCARY THINGS WITH MANY LEGS! SEND HELP! OR AN EXTERMINATOR! WHICHEVER RESPONDS FASTER!
why am I always the one that gets stuck with the huge, scary bugs in the bathroom in the middle of the night? Killing bugs was not on my agenda nor was a mini heart attack. Fine whatever. I killed the bug. I’m not picking it up. My heart can’t take it.