My husband has not been living up to his husbandly duties lately.
I’ve had to kill two bugs in the house myself. Well, I couldn’t just let them crawl off into ... who knows where. Both of these monsters were spotted crawling across the living room carpet. Each time I picked up a piece of newspaper that my husband conveniently left on the coffee table and proceeded to squash the creepy crawly thing. This kept me from getting bug guts on my shoe and if you are lucky, the squished bug sticks to the newsprint for easy removal. He was not at home to witness these expert kills.
Saturday, however, he was home. I spotted a small spider repelling down the arm of his office chair. Time for him to redeem himself as Chief Bug Killer. He was on the couch reading the newspaper when I told him of my discovery. What he did next, must be told. Instead of bringing a section of the newspaper THAT WAS IN HIS HAND, he grabbed my Home magazine off the coffee table, opened it up, and smashed the spider in the middle of the pages.
“What the ….? You did not just do that,” I exclaimed.
“You’ve already read it, right?” he answered.
“If I didn’t want that magazine, I would have thrown it away.” I said. “Man, next time I’m not going to tell you about the spider in your chair. It can just crawl around and make a nest and have babies for all I care.” (I wasn’t over reacting or anything.)
He proceeded into the kitchen with my magazine and acted like he was trying to find the smashed spider somewhere inside its pages. Needless to say, that magazine will now be thrown away. Oh by the way, I threw out Saturdays newspaper too; in its pristine non-bug contaminated condition. It was conveniently left on the coffee table AGAIN.
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