When I fist moved into my studio, my first single apartment, I had a very bad encounter with a spider. I saw it in the bathroom, I rushed for a flip-flop to smush it, danced around from foot to foot nervous. It jumped, I screamed, I continued to prance around. And then I gave in. I sat down and cried because a spider skittered along into my closet and I was scared.
A year later, coming up from the sink after washing my face, a big dark spot on the wall caught my attention. Bug. I stayed calm, toweled off my face, moisturized, and watched the dark spot move up the wall. I calmly reached for some toilet paper and in one swoop – smush and flush!
and flush again for good measure.