washing the dishes, and as I picked up my husband's coffee mug to put it in the cabinet, I noticed something squirming in the bottom.
My insane fear of bugs was suprisingly logical in that, if I drowned it in one sink, I'd have to stick my hand in there with it to let the water out {{eventually}} heh heh...and if I drowned it on the other side, I would probably come across it again as that sink was filled with soapy dishes.
I managed to keep the cup in my hand long enough to run into my bathroom with the thing squirming around the bottom of the cup and to fill the cup with water about an inch from the top and then watch to make sure it met its demise.
Well, the little buger wouldn't die. I watched it squirming around, the water still rotating from the cup being filled, and I could see its eyes shining in the light. I had this weird morbid emotion come over me like I was really doing something bad by just sitting there letting that nasty thing die.
Well, it didn't. All four of us were crowded into the bathroom waiting to make sure we didn't have to worry about it anymore when my husband grabbed the cup to get a closer look and determined that although it had been stil lfor a while, it was nowhere near dead.
Worse than that, it started to climb up the cup so he dumped the water out into the sink and then let the water run for a few minutes "just to be sure"
I went back regularly to make sure it wasn't anywhere besides deep in the drain, when I heard, "Oh, don't worry, it probably crawled out when you weren't looking." Which was enough to send my psyche into a fit where i saw that thing everytime anything brushed my skin or looked dark in color for the rest of the day.
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