We were at the church cleaning up Saturday morning. I was finished vacuuming, so I went to find Robert and ask him what to do next. (He's the one in charge, so he's supposed to know what's going on.) I found him coming out of the men's bathroom. He said there was a big spider in there and asked if I would go kill it for him. So he showed me where the pretty good sized, but not overly frightening spider was hiding. I smashed it with a paper towel and threw it in the garbage.
It's a good thing I'm not too squeamish about killing bugs, because I certainly didn't marry a man who is comfortable taking care of them for me. Thankfully, he has many other redeeming qualities that allow me to overlook this minor deficiency.
Interpretive Connection
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