I have become a huge wimp. Ever since we put in our air conditioners, little tiny bugs have appeared on our walls & ceiling. They're tiny and I envisioned them falling on me in my sleep and thus made Tim climb around squishing them in Kleenex. I don't know exactly when I became too much of a wimp to do it myself.

This morning, there was some kind of large bug (like 1") with antennae and a hard shell body (you could just tell). I tried to squish him under a book on the carpet but every time I checked he was still wriggling. It was the worst. I was suddenly hit with guilt. Some how, the size of this bug, and kiling it myself made me feel guilty, and I definitely couldn't squish him in Kleenex, ewwww.