My Little Bug-Hero

Taking notice of the fact that my littlest brother enjoys killing "setting free" various insects, the gears in my brain started to turn. 
They turned until I had hatched a brilliant plan. Said plan would be the solution to a dilemma I'd been facing. 


My dilemma: I don't like anything about bugs spiders and yet, I can't bring myself to kill them. 
No, I'm not a wimp. Why'd you ask?


Well, this is most unfortunate and not exactly ideal for my situation. Also, nobody in my family will lend any sympathy to my plight. Did I fail to mention that this is a legitimate fear? I have shed tears. Indeed.


The solution: Since Josiah enjoys exterminating the creepy-crawly things on our back patio in his free time, I figure, why not just make him take care of the bugs spiders inside the house? Why not?


And so, I make my almost four-year old punk of a brother kill insects for me. For free. And he loves it. 


Brilliant much?
Yes, thanks.

Josiah: *proudly*  "Just call me Bug-Hero."

Christine: *suppressing giggles*   "Whatever you say, Bug-Hero." 

Later that day.

Christine: "Hey Josiah David, can you quick help me?"

Josiah: *indignant*  "No! I am not Josiah David anymore. I'm Bug-Hero. 'Member?"

Christine: "Oh, sorry Bug-Hero. Hey, look! There's a Ladybug on our ceiling!"

Josiah: "The Ladybug lost his family. That's very sad. Right?" 

Christine: "Yea Bug-Hero, that is very sad."

Josiah: "Bug-Heros don't kill Ladybugs. Is that right, Tristine?"

Christine: "Uhh, yea. Right, Josiah."

This is a phase for him; I just know it. But I sincerely hope he will not outgrow this bug-killing chapter of life. 

*He calls me Tristine... and Teener-tot. The little punk.