This morning when I lifted the bucket to dispose of the corps of my arch nemesis I nearly jumped across the room. No he wasn't still alive, but I confess I did expect him to open up one eye, wink at me, and then eat me. I know, even at 30 I have an active imagination. I just don't like bugs. Sue me.
I was going to just sweep him into a dust pan and toss him, but I've had so many requests for a picture I broke down and took one. I think he's just as ugly dead as he is alive . . . only difference is his hairy legs are curled up instead of sprawled. So here is, belly up. Hope it doesn't ruin your supper.