(Gasp!) OH MY GOD! DO NOT MOVE!
(Kevin jumps up)
I said don’t move! There is a bug on you!
(I debate whether or not to smack it or attempt to point it out to him so he can do the dirty work – but like a loving wife I closed my eyes and swung at him)
I think I got it, don’t move let me see.
(Kevin moves and brushes him self off)
Now we will never know! How am I going to sleep with a potential preditor in our bed!
What was it?
I don’t know…black, beetle-ish.
(I start stripping the bed of all bedding in a frantic hunt for the bug)
I found it!
(Kevin leans over to inspect the bug which is about the size of a sun flower seed…out of it’s shell…)
Oh my god! It was a cockroach!
Are you kidding me? That is a bettle. A harmless, little black bettle.
No, it squished. Bettles don’t squish, they have exoskeltons.
Ok, bug 101 aside that is/was a bettle not a cockroach – we are going to bed. Oh, next time please try to act less like their is an axe murderer behind me and more like there is a small harmless insect on my shirt.