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
I'm with you on this one Robin! Anyways, did you know that there is an unwritten Law which states we should exterminate all creapy-crawlies....I know it, I wrote it...lol.
ReplyDeleteYou are hilarious! I LOVE the illo! ...and "Bwana" --- hahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteI heartily agree. CJ Kennedy, President, North American Chapter of the Little Miss Muffet Fan Club
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