With the changing of seasons comes the return of those evil beings that would like to share our residence–the silverfish. A few days ago, I got up to get ready for work a few hours before Phil had to be up. As I was picking up dirty clothes in the bathroom, one of the dreadful little critters surprised me, which led me to squeal…not scream, yell, or make a very loud noise. I simply squealed in shock and disgust.
Unfortunately, I woke Phil who called to me urgently from bed, “What’s wrong?!”
“There was a bug.” (By this time, it had scurried back under the shower curtain…and I wasn’t chasing it.)
“Oh!” he replied, sounding relieved. “I thought you’d burned yourself or needed to go to the hospital.”
Honestly, it was a squeal.
Later that day, I received a text: “I just killed a bug in the bathroom!”