If 1 year = paper, then 6 months = shongololos

I was cooking dinner tonight when I looked down and saw something creepy, crawly and wiggly scurry past my feet.

(Insert the sound of me shrieking a little bit, calling for Bruce and scrambling to pour the water out of my glass so I could turn it over and trap said creepy, crawly and wiggly thing.)

If I have not mentioned it on here before - I do NOT do bugs.  Ask my parents and my college roommates.

Anyway, so Bruce comes into the kitchen and we have the following conversation:

Me:  I trapped it under that glass for you.

Bruce:  Aww, it's a millipede!! (As though I should have expected a millipede to be crawling around my kitchen)

Me:  What is it doing in my kitchen?

Bruce:  They crawl up through the pipes.

Am I the only one who is horrified by this tidbit of information?

Bruce,

6 months ago I said "I do."  

Thanks for always being there to get rid of creepy, crawly and wiggly things for me!!

I love you!!