Spiders

I tell my husband that I got married so I would have someone to kill bugs. He thinks I'm joking, but I have to admit it's probably in my top ten of the things I appreciate about being married. You know, comfort, support, love, sex, kill bugs.

Tonight I was sitting here and this HUGE spider crawls across the floor. I mean, it was HUGE. Of course, Bryan wasn't here (Actually I AM at "his" house, but he is at a meeting). I ran to find a shoe. (Don't ask ME how he catches them with a paper towel and smooshes them in his hand with it because he doesn't want it smooshed in the carpet. ICK!! If I have to feel the thing crush through the paper towel, or even move under the paper towel for that matter, I think I would spew, and that's harder to get out of carpet.)

So, because he takes care of me so well when it comes to bugs, is it wrong that when forced to kill one myself, when I ran to get a shoe to kill it I chose one of HIS shoes so the bug guts didn't get on MY shoes?