Thanks a Lot Bugs

I'm working the second part of the the How We Met linkup so it should be ready to post tomorrow, but my reason for sleep deprivation today is too good not to share.

Last night Derek and I were getting ready to head to bed. Derek goes into our room and I hear him say "oh my goodness" which is never a good thing. I holler at him to see what's up. He comes out with a bewildered look in his eyes and says that there's a black widow spider in the bathroom.

Okay I have to stop here and share something very embarrassing about myself. I have a super sad case of insectaphobia. I know that doesn't sound like a real word, but, you know, humor me. Actually I just looked it up and apparently there is a real thing called Entomophobia and I think I have it. I hate bugs with a passion and yes, I am very much afeared of them. They make my skin crawl and I do hyperventilate a bit when faced with situations involving bugs, especially the poisonous ones. So you can imagine the total freak out I started to have when Derek told me about the lethal arachnid sitting in the bathroom sink. Wide eyes and small shrieks ensued.

Oh but wait, it gets better.

Derek exclaims again and I think that surely he's just been bitten by the stupid spider and he's going to die. I'm not kidding, this is just where my mind goes when bugs are involved.

I ask him what's wrong and he says there's some sort of big bug thing in the shower and that's when I feel the serious need to find a happy place where nothing bad can happen to good people. Derek comes out and looks freaked. Derek is usually the sane one between the two of us, particularly in bugasodes so if he is freaking out the whole situation starts to break down and that's no good.

Derek says that the bug thing in the shower is big (which in my mind means it's about the size of a banana), is black and has wings.

At this point I just jump onto the couch and grab a blanket to enclose myself in and start rocking. I didn't want to touch the floor. I didn't want to expose my person to the elements outside of the blanket for fear that bugs will just swarm me.

Eventually Derek drowned the spider in the sink and killed the other thing in the shower (guillotine style with the lid of my body wash. I told him to just throw it away). After the ordeal Derek went around the house looking for seal breeches in doors and windows. He kept saying "I just don't understand how they got in the house!".

I don't know if it's just us but whenever we find bugs in the house our home suddenly looks like this

and we feel the severe need to clean things up.

So we stayed up late cleaning like our lives depended on it. And this is how I feel today

 Thank God for coffee.