“The guts and the glory”.
It was only by the grace of God that “the guts” did not win, (although not from any lack of trying on Tigger’s part), NOR did I have to touch a lizard.
Although that was a close one.
Me (on an emergency phone call with my husband who, unhelpfully, is at work): “OK, I’ve gotten the cats out of the bedroom, and the lizard is trapped under the dirty laundry on the bathroom floor.”
My husband: “OK, well, can’t you just scoop it up?”
Me: “No, I can’t ‘just scoop it up’! I’M NOT A BOY!”
I find most gender roles irritating. Until there is a spider. Once there is a spider I am no longer a strong, independent, feminist. I become a shrieking child of a woman, hollering for her man to come rescue her.
I’m not ashamed, though. Spiders are scary.