Pathetic one thing I'm not too crazy about when I become a parent someday is knowing I'll have to be the one to kill spiders for my children.
Or worse... Wasps!

Edit; that word "pathetic" is an autocorrected word, but I don't remember what word I was actually trying to use x.x

it is a terror i still ahve yet to conquer. mostly i just steer them away from it....

and thank the goodness that i still live with my mother and father right now while we're in transition. and that i hope to heaven that none get into the house (bees) at whatever new place we end up at.

or i'm calling a stinking exterminator.

I just know someday, as a parent I'll run into the issue of there being a spider or a wasp caught in the same room as my child,mans I'll have to put on my big girl panties and kill it before it hurts the baby... D:
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Hopefully that won't ever happen,but you always want to prepare for the worst!
My mom kills wasps for me still

Fears preventing me from leaving the house: killing the bugs myself.

Wow you guys I suck at typing on my iPad

Yeah killing bugs is so scary and as much as I hate them, I can never work up the nerve to kill them, a part of me wants them to live

Of course. You have enough love for all of us in you.

i don't like killing bugs. i can't get near enough from fear. and if I do. i can't listen to the squish of its dying breaking body. . . i feel so. .. mean.

Eeew… that's so gross to hear.

bugs... bug me.

It's so true.

Why do they have to be so terrifying >.<

Because they only exist to do certain things. Nor are they the brightest.

Because they are evil.

evil in a 1 inch body. . . . or smaller. or larger. or. yeah they're just evil. >.> i don't even like honey....

Evils released from the underworld every year when it gets warm. They gather energy down there in the winter.

That's called Hell.

Hell releases bugs.

i thought it was called underground tunnels.

Why can't I call it the underworld?

All illusions.

Underground tunnels don't exist.

Whatever. I still say sister likes her bacon fresh from the river Phlegethon.

Why are we talking about bacon and hell in such a peaceful, loving place?!

This is not a peaceful place.

You're lying to yourself.

What? I love bacon.

Agreed. Bacon is the greatest.

There. That's it. That's the love quota for this thread.