Last night, after some girly screams, my husband tiredly killed three.
Tonight, just as the last few minutes of a dinner I grudgingly cooked were coming together, I found a crane fly in my dinner.
It was floating in all it's disgusting glory, ruining dinner.
I said it.
I am not starving enough to eat bugs.
Luckily, it was just a sauce that goes over the chicken. So it was just pennies worth of ingredients that I tossed out.
And luckily, my husband took pity on me and ordered pizza. The rest of dinner can easily go in the fridge. Tonight I don't have to keep cooking, amidst the threat of a crane fly invasion.