I meant to post about this a few months ago when it happened, but never got around to it. I thought about it the other day and decided that I should post it for posterity’s sake.
It must’ve been a weekend or a day off work because all three of us were home. Jake went upstairs to do something while Brian was working on his computer at the dining room table and I was sitting on the couch reading. Jake came downstairs and told us that he killed a bug. That was cool with us because that’s generally what we do when we see a bug in the house.
So, I’m sitting there doing my thing and Brian’s doing his when Brian said something to me. I looked his way and thought I saw a drop of water fall from the ceiling. So, I kept looking over that way and eventually saw another drop of water fall. I looked on the floor and a small puddle was forming. Alarmed, I told Brian about this and we ran upstairs to find out what was leaking. We were figuring it was the toilet upstairs because it had leaked before. It was not–everything in the bathroom seemed to be in order. Then we noticed a bunch of water on the floor in the corner outside the bathroom. Long story short, Jacob killed the bug by drowning it in a few cups of water. We didn’t give him too much grief (mostly because we were relieved that it wasn’t a plumbing disaster). But, Brian did give him some sage advice: don’t use fire to kill bugs, either.