Since I’m the only one out of this marriage that writes on this blog, I get to be the one to tell how it really is around here.  So normally I don’t mind that my wife is an entomologist, it’s just that sometimes she brings her studies home with her.  I’ve learned to deal with bugs in my freezer or stopping to check out every bug that we see.  I’ve even learned to deal with them sitting in vials all around my bedroom.

But I’m having a hard time with the live ones.  Molly needs live bugs for an experiment she’s running, I’m sure this research will earn us millions one day, but I’m not sure millions are worth it.  Because the bugs are kept by our bedroom door, so every time I pass it I scare them and they make their clicking sounds and skitter around, and in turn that scares me.

Now I’m not afraid of anything, and I’ll never admit to being scared of bugs, I never have, and I never will, but these bugs scare me to death every time I go by the door of my room.

I’ve started coming through the closet just to avoid them.