Help!
Filed under Apartment/Living
Nothing sums the state of your life up like seeing your first apartment bug (I suppose it was inevitable) - and realizing you have no man to call to come kill it for you. (Or, to be more specific, none who will actually come should you call.)
And, yes, I realize that is very non-women’s-lib of me.
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May 27th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
Don’t worry! Your fashion savvy can save you! If it has wings: spray it with hairspray, that’ll freeze the wings and then you can use one of your less-cute shoes to smash it.
May 28th, 2008 at 9:31 am
Tautology:
Men like to kill things.
Jim is a man.
Jim would like to kill your bug.
May 29th, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Hilarious.
It once took me 2 hours to kill a spider that was on my ceiling. Sounds ridiculous, but it’s completely justified since it was OVER MY BED! I didn’t want its black furriness to fall into my covers.
A good solution for spider-killing? A swiffer. They have good reach so you don’t get too close..
May 29th, 2008 at 9:20 pm
I was breifly involved with someone a few months back. We were watching a movie at my house and all of a sudden I gasp. He asks whats wrong and I go “ooooh nothing” (hoping he wouldn’t see the huge roach crawling across the wall) of course he sees it, jumps out of bed and pretty much cowers in the corner. He refused to kill it, and made me do it. What do we need men for? Really? Couldn’t kill a bug? That was the last time we hung out.