Doom and Destruction

In all vetted honesty, I have to admit, that growing up I felt secretly guilty for not wanting to spend my life helping children in Africa because...well...Africa has really big bugs, and insanely huge spiders. And I'm about as arachnophobic as it gets. The irony is amusing, is it not?

As we are coming out of the rainy season, and the weather is getting hotter and muggier, it's as though the walls of our apartment are spontaneously generating all types of crawly creatures. I've recently felt akin to the likes of Hitler and Milosevic, as I've waged genocide on anything that walks on more than two feet and crosses the threshold of our vulnerable apartment. But really, when it comes down to it, I don't have the heart [guts?] to even step on them. So, I take the chemical approach...and cringe as my finger presses the can that literally spreads Doom and destruction on our invaders.

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It has been my luck that the nastiest of these creatures have fatally encountered the man of the house and not me. It has also been my luck that he has been benevolent enough to quietly play exterminator. (Except for last night when I probably woke up the neighbors with my midnight yelp, after seeing something big--at least the size of a quarter--scurry across the bedroom door. The rolling of his eyes at that point betrayed his true feelings of my phobia.)

He annihilated a doozy of an arachnid the other day, but, unfortunately it shriveled rather quickly, and now looks like a brown blob. Otherwise, I'd post a picture of it...well...no, actually, I wouldn't. (No camera, remember?)

I'm finding it difficult to suppress my rising paranoia.