So I screamed, ran away, and washed my hands downstairs. I had to go pick up Wm and on the way home, I showed him the picture of The Bug (which I had taken to text to Steve in a panic). He goes, "why didn't you just kill it?" and I go, "because it's freakin' creepy, man!" and Wm sighed and said, "I will kill it when we get home." I was super impressed and thinking he was growing up! He was now big enough to be The Big Bug Killer Man of the house! Then Wm asked, "did you at least close the bathroom door?" When I told him I hadn't thought of that, I just RAN, he goes, "Geez, Mommy. C'mon." (He's more like his father every day - his disappointment in my decision-making skills is all Steve.)
As soon as we get home, I say, "OK - go kill the bug!" Wm is all, "NO!" and ran away. He woudln'te even go upstairs. Haha!!! So then he screams at me to go kill it. I went upstairs and it was gone. Wm then begins freaking out because The Bug is somewhere in our house - it could be anywhere. He is ranting and raving about how The Bug's disappearance is my fault for not closing the door and I have to locate and kill The Bug. I looked around for a minute, gave up, and came downstairs. I had to make Wm a snack to distract him from the fact that The Bug could be lurking anywhere.
So much for the Big Bug Killer.
***UPDATE***
When Steve got home, he showed me a text Wm sent him. Loved. It.
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