Buggy

Julie is scared of bees. Like, freaky scared. We had an adolescent mosquito in our bedroom, and Julie saw it peripherally. Anyone outside our house would have thought I had removed my head and bounce-passed it to her.

When I could hear again, she was saying "It's over there! It's over there!" I located it and killed it with laser beams from my eyeballs, then slapped it into the wall for good measure.

"You seriously thought we had a bee in here?"

"Well I didn't really see it, so I thought it could be one."

"And the sane course of action was to shatter it by screaming?"

"You did kill it, right?"

I showed her the guts on my hand.

Point being, folks, we're adding another one just like her to the household. And the first time little Danette sees a flying bug, she'll look to her parents for how to react. If I should happen to be in the other room, then the ridiculousness could perpetuate itself for generations.