Yep. I am the official insect and arachnid killer in my marriage. My wife doesn't mind helping me gut and process my deer and other game but if a spider walks in you would think the moon was crashing into the earth. Don't even mention what happens if a centipede or silverfish shows up.
I’ve learned to live with bugs and vermin, but I can’t abide snakes. I don’t want to hurt them, but I don’t want to see them, either. I’m mad at my husband for dying and leaving me to fend for myself with snakes. He was a manly man that didn’t want to work. I worked and earned like a man from the genesis of women’s lib. He spent more time with the kids than I did. He was devastated when I retired ten years early due to a medical condition. He was robbed. He should have had another ten peaceful years in a bar, not having to put up with my nonsense. Do I miss him? Yes. Would I replace him? Never. I managed to get through Irma by myself. I’ll just listen to some Gloria Gaynor and do the best I can. I’m disgusted by the women who have followed. I worked so hard to kick down doors that were closed to women. If I knew then what I know now I would have become a school crossing guard.