YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PROVE THIS BY BRINGING GIANT SPIDERS UP FROM THE BASEMENT.

::shudder::

Proof that the Stroppy One is a truly caring husband: when he is at his D&D game and I text him I need you to come home and deal with the giant spider before Vlad knocks the glass over, he comes home. (Yes, his game is 5 minutes away, but still! He does this for me!)

It ... it was not a small spider. The fact that I was able to get close enough to it to trap it in a glass is a Very Big Deal for me. And then I had to keep an eye on it, because Vlad really REALLY wanted to paw at his toy under glass.

::shudders some more::

So, I'm going to go take anti-anxiety meds, have a bath, and read soothing and familiar vampire fic. (Hi [livejournal.com profile] ethrosdemon, hiiiiiii.)
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