As most of you know, I'm a nanny to 2 of the craziest, slightly psychotic little boys on the planet. Finn and Declan. 6 and 2. (I am also crazy and slightly psychotic, so it's a good match. The fights are usually pretty fair.)
I am NOT a fan of bugs of any kind. At all. I don't even like having to touch them through 7 layers of kleenex. It's just gross, okay? What I'm trying to say is, I always made Finn do the bug killing back in Kansas City. He didn't like it...but I was the boss, so he didn't have a choice. (It builds character. Stop complaining.)
The bug killing was different every time.
One time, I handed him a shoe and lifted him up so he could reach the bug above the door.
Sometimes it was both of us throwing things at it from across the room. It was kind of a game, except one we both didn't want to play and also our lives were in jeopardy. (Walk a mile in my shoes and THEN tell me I'm wrong about that)
There were even a couple times where we would show them to Declan (The harmless ones! Calm down!) and he would end up playing with them to death.
Just a lot of good, clean fun!
This one day in particular, though, I was picking up towels in the bathroom and there, nestled snugly inside, RIGHT NEXT TO MY HAND, was a monster spider. If I had to guess...I'd say it was roughly the size of a small child. Roughly. My guess might be off, though, because I threw it and ran away screaming. It all happened so fast!
Naturally, I called Finn to come save my life.
Now, as I said before, he usually hated having to kill the bugs for me. But for some reason, he was SUPER excited to take care of it this time. I don't know what changed, but what happened next was one of the funniest things I'd seen him do up to that point:
He came running in, super pumped up with crazy eyes, shoe in hand, and started smashing the spider over and over. At least 20 times. All while screaming like a warrior.
Then he grabbed some toilet paper, picked the mangled spider corpse up, threw his fist in the air...
And did a victory lap around the house with the spider over his head, yelling triumphantly.
I actually had to chase him down and make him throw it away!
I'm not even kidding when I say: That day, that kid was my hero.
