So, while reading DD5 her naptime story, I noticed a stink bug trying to get in the window. Of course, since they are smelly AND evil, it managed to squeeze in. I have a terrible phobia of insects, but I tried to remain calm and told DD5 that I have to grab the vacuum to take care of the bug.
She waited quietly until I got back, but by then, the stink bug had climbed onto the lightweight, sheer curtain. I prepared to whack it with a hardcover copy of "The Lorax" (oh come on, ole Theodore would TOTALLY have approved!) when I noticed another stink bug at the top of the blinds.
New strategy: Vacuum the new bug, then whack and vacuum the curtain bug. But wait, what's that? Another one climbing down the blind's turny stick thingy?
New strategy: Gather the kiddos, put DD5 to bed in the guest room, close the door, and let that paragon of patience (i.e., my husband) take care of them all when he gets home.
What made me proud? As we were (calmly) leaving the room, DD5 sighed and said, "I wish we could just use fire."