I’m a total wimp when it comes to bugs. As a kid I used to love them, but now… blech. They make me shiver and I get wigged out.
Walking out of the bathroom after I got home, I saw an enormous wasp on the floor.
There was no shoe close by. And there was NO way I was using my bare foot or hand.
Fortunately, there was a used cookbook not five feet away. And it saved me.
Sorry, book! But you helped me out when I squealed far above my normal pitch range and ran to you for help. You saved me!
See? Books aren’t just for reading, right? Have you ever had to do this? I apologized to the book afterwards, but I think it was happy to save me from my distress.
Happy writing and reading!
(I couldn’t find any bug related quotes. So there are none, today.)