Does everyone remember how traumatized I was by this? Just to be clear I am still not over it…I can now ad “hyper bug vigilance” to my list of hard skills on my resume. (very marketable skill in the interior design field let me tell you)
I was feeling a bit stressy the other night and thought I would go upstairs and just have a nice relaxing shower before bed. Can you tell where this is heading? I pulled back the curtain and was greeted with this:
So with my well honed fight or flight defences I screamed and G came and killed it. It’s funny how I can manufacture killing courage when I am home alone, but if Garret is in the house, he is SO going to kill the bugs. I feel a bit stupid actually that I feel this way, but I am learning to love and accept myself the way I am..scaredy cat genes and all!