I've Never Seen a Bug As Big As You.

My strong, powerful, "he who can handle anything" husband, has a bug phobia! Believe me, you could have knocked me over with a feather. The bad thing was because of his over-reactions to
bugs of any type, it caused Shari to be scared to death of bugs; as well as her daughter, Brandi.
I decided I would break this silliness with Brandi as I thought she was young enough to be molded into a "live and let live" world, as it pertained to insects.
I have seen Jim beat a fly into pieces so small, they looked like dust, and as for Shari, I've seen her go bananas over sweat bees. The funny thing was our oldest kid, Brad, WAS allergic to sweat bees, and Shari was not, but she is the one who had a come-apart when sweat bees
appeared on the scene.
When Brandi showed signs of being really scared around bugs,
I started a campaign of saying, "Brandi, I've never seen a bug as big as you," whenever she would react badly to seeing a bug.
I pointed out to her that since humans are so much bigger than bugs, they should be afraid of us,
not the other way around. It seemed to be working--for awhile--but she got so sick of me saying those words, that she began to ignore me.
Back when we camped (really camped) in a camper, out in the woods, with the kids, Jim hated
mosquitos so much that he would take a can of bug spray into the camper before bedtime
and spray and spray. The kids would say, "Please, Dad. That is enough spray! We would rather take our chances with the mosquitos!"
While we have been here in Biloxi, I hated to tell him about my encounter with a spider--a really big spider, but decided I'd better warn him in case the spider came to visit him so I said, "How
come that big old spider only comes out when I am in the shower?" "What spider," he asked?
I told him that the previous evening when I got into the shower, this big old monster came crawling up out of the shower drain, so I poured shampoo on him and lots of hot water and he disappeared back into the drain. However, the next evening, either that same spider, or his
twin, came back up from the drain again. It was hard for me to believe that the spider could
have survived, but there it was!
Jim didn't say anything, but later in the night when I went to the bathroom, I knew he had
gotten out his deadly bug treatment equipment. So, I said, "Well, I guess you really killed
that spider for good this time, huh?" He said, 'How could you tell?"
I answered, "Well, the smell of bug spray wafting up through the shower drain,. kind of gave me a clue."
I would almost bet Jim was chanting, "Die, spider, die, as he was spraying, too!"