Don't take me too seriously here, it's a little tongue-in-cheek, but here it goes...
For the first few years I was always careful about how I treated insects in my home in front of dd. I'm not scared of bugs, but I just don't want them in my house, YK? And unless the bug is harmful, why kill it? So dd would see me catch the bug under a cup or on a piece of paper and put it outside. She really got upset once when a friend stepped on a bug in front of her. I was thrilled, not that she was upset, but that she had such respect for living creatures.
Then we got this problem with huge ants, and I was seeing a good ten or more of them a day, and those suckers move really fast. So I was a little more likely to just squish them. Now dd wants to step on bugs outside occasionally, and I tell her not to. I feel like a hypocrite.
So two days ago dd and I opened the door to the house and this huge spider ran in. "Get it, Mommy, get it!" So I caught it under a cup. Big bugs are too yucky to squish and I don't mind spiders, especially because they kill mosquitoes and other nasties. But then as I was sliding the cup onto a piece of cardboard, about fifty baby spiders, each the size of a pinhead, appeared on my rug! Apparently Mom carries them on her back or something and they came off and out from under the cup! Well, they were racing around everywhere and I had visions of how many huge spiders I'd have in my house in a few weeks if they got away, so I grabbed a paper towel and started squishing! Dh walked in and I started explaining, and I said without thinking, "Well, I've got Mom under the cup, but I killed all the babies," and he said, "Honey, ixnay on the illkay..." Oops.
Dd wasn't upset or anything, but I just wanted to share and ask how others handle bugs in their home! I think too much, don't I?
For the first few years I was always careful about how I treated insects in my home in front of dd. I'm not scared of bugs, but I just don't want them in my house, YK? And unless the bug is harmful, why kill it? So dd would see me catch the bug under a cup or on a piece of paper and put it outside. She really got upset once when a friend stepped on a bug in front of her. I was thrilled, not that she was upset, but that she had such respect for living creatures.
Then we got this problem with huge ants, and I was seeing a good ten or more of them a day, and those suckers move really fast. So I was a little more likely to just squish them. Now dd wants to step on bugs outside occasionally, and I tell her not to. I feel like a hypocrite.
So two days ago dd and I opened the door to the house and this huge spider ran in. "Get it, Mommy, get it!" So I caught it under a cup. Big bugs are too yucky to squish and I don't mind spiders, especially because they kill mosquitoes and other nasties. But then as I was sliding the cup onto a piece of cardboard, about fifty baby spiders, each the size of a pinhead, appeared on my rug! Apparently Mom carries them on her back or something and they came off and out from under the cup! Well, they were racing around everywhere and I had visions of how many huge spiders I'd have in my house in a few weeks if they got away, so I grabbed a paper towel and started squishing! Dh walked in and I started explaining, and I said without thinking, "Well, I've got Mom under the cup, but I killed all the babies," and he said, "Honey, ixnay on the illkay..." Oops.
Dd wasn't upset or anything, but I just wanted to share and ask how others handle bugs in their home! I think too much, don't I?







That's too funny.
It was very fast moving and I couldn't catch it. My dd (8 years old) is having a hissy on the couch. No, Mom, please don't kill it, it's not going to hurt you. She is really upset, crying and screaming this at me over and over. Through my haze of terror I realize that she is doing this and completely against my better judgement, I let the icky thing live....gives me the willies! She grabs some toilet paper, scoops it up and carries it out the front door, apologizing to it on my behalf. How sad is that, my own daughter laughs at my silly fear.
did i mention she's 4 going on 40?

So when my cats get fleas, I have a moral dilemma. Do I kill the fleas because they cause my cats discomfort, or do I let them live because they have as much right to exist as I do, and they are just being fleas?? Well, I kill them. I don't have a good philosophical reason to back this up, it's basically just because I like my cats better than the fleas.
Pretty fascist of me, I admit.




