My husband is the bug-killer in our relationship. Spiders, crickets, beetles, everything. He deals with all of them. Today, he got to deal with a new one. I woke up early in the morning to his cat acting like a maniac. She had cornered a wasp. I, of course, was terrified and woke up my husband and said we needed to get out of here. While I was evacuating our cats and dog, and begging my dad to come kill it, my husband managed to trap the wasp, get it outside, and clean up the wreckage the cat caused. I swear, this man is my rock and I would lose all sanity without him. He's WAY braver than I could ever be