My wife saw a spider in the folds of a furniture blanket in the workshop today.
She screamed a little then screamed out “Die a dozen deaths!” and repatedly stomped the spider that was snuggled up warm in that comfy furniture blanket.
I guffawed loudly as I put down the power tool I was holding.
“Don’t laugh at me! I just killed something!” said my wife.
“Sorry, didn’t mean it.” I laughed, “It’s just you’re about as terrifying as our kitten waving a switchblade near your face. You know it’s gonna kill you but you just cannot stop laughing at the poor animal as it attempts to threaten you.”