Attack of the Ugly Bug

I'm an arachnophobic. I've been terrified of spiders my entire life. This irrational fear extends to ugly bugs, too. This evening as I pondered something to blog, I was attacked by something that looked like a bug dinosaur: huge, spiny and leggy with unnaturally long antenae.

Eeeeeeeeek!

I had to wake up The Professor to kill it. He was not thrilled about being my savior.

Dillypoo: "Sweetie? Are you awake?"

The Professor: zzzzz

Dillypoo: "Honey? There's a big bug on the keyboard."

The Professor: zzzzz

Dillypoo: "I need you to kill it. Are you pretending to be asleep?"

The Professor: zzzzz

I went back to my desk. Tyrannosaurus bug was still there. I returned to the bedroom and peered more closely at The Professor. I must've blocked the light from the tee vee because he woke with a start to find me staring at him from about two feet away.

Dillypoo: "Um, there's a bug on the keyboard. An ugly bug."

The Professor: (silent, blank stare)

Dillypoo: "Please? Will you kill it for me?"

Although the room was dark, I'm pretty sure my knight in white briefs rolled his eyes. But he loves me and he came to my rescue. Or maybe it was his own rescue. He knew I'd keep us both up all night until it was gone.

Ugly bug was a tough foe. It took five whacks from a rolled up newsletter to smash it. But all is well now. The Professor is curled up in bed with the tee vee again.

And I have something to blog about.