If I asked my wife to help get a dead mouse out of my Boxster she would take a flame thrower to the car and then file for divorce. Spiders, worms, mice, any creepy crawly thingies are reasons strong enough to terminate our relationship in her estimation. Our vows included ‘till death or creepy crawlies do us part’.
So far I have steered such pestilence away from her so well that we celebrated 41 years of marriage earlier this week.
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