Our next door neighbor recently spayed his yard for bugs.
Which means they have all raced over to our house for an extended vacation.
This means I have doing more battle with creepy-crawlies than I really prefer.
It occurs to me to let Husband do it, and I do.
I call out “Bwana!” and he knows to grab a shoe and a paper towel and come running.
It’s not that I’m particularly squeamish, but in certain areas I still believe in gender specific roles and duties.
Bug extermination is one such venue.
But there are times when Husband is not available and I am forced into doing the dirty deed myself.
As I do the act I often think what is this doing to my Karma?
And this is the image that pops into my head.
When I die there will be an endless number of insects, arachnids and various bugs, waiting for me, seeking their revenge in the afterlife.
The only reason I keep on killing them is because I fear the thought of them lurking somewhere in the house waiting to pounce on me more than I fear eternal damnation! LOL