Wednesday, September 26, 2012


My friend Enny believes in bugs. So in order to try to break me of my habit of smacking first and asking questions later, she gifted me a bug catcher.

I used it for the first time the other day, and here are the pictures to prove it.

I must admit, I was a bit inept. I caught the bug on the sunroom window, turned to show it to Davey, and accidentally released it.


But I caught it again and set it free outside.

Mind you, spiders still get smashed. No freedom for those bitey little bastards.

And stink bugs, horrible pests that they are, still get flushed.

Oh, well, at least one bug benefited from the catch-and-release method. Thanks, Enny.

I think.


  1. You let THAT one go???


    Proud of ya, Babe. Just take Babe-y steps. :)

    1. I don't know what kind it was, but it's free, free, fre-e-e-e-eeeee! But this morning I picked up the toothpaste and a spider dropped off it into the sink. I immediately grabbed a tissue and... SQUOOOOOOSH! Spiders will not be tolerated, nasty biting buggers.

  2. You giveth, you taketh.

    Karma's gonna bite you in the rump, babe.
    And it's gonna be disguised as this...

    1. Today I did in a big ugly cricket. Squooshed that sucker flat as a pancake with my flip-flop. And I didn't even feel bad about it.