It was as if he knew and chose that particular shoe on purpose, sitting there all smug, taunting me. What was I going to do? I didn't know this particular bug. I was not familiar with his powers- could he fly, could he hop? How was I to know how to successfully execute him without the proper tools? I figured I had to act quickly before he summoned the rest of his minions so they could all roost in my shoes and feast on my delicate little piggies (augh.... I shudder). I used the mail in my hand to swat the shoe to the garage floor. The shoe landed upside down, thus shielding the perpetrator from my line of sight. OMG what now?!?! I don't see it anywhere...he's still in there! The nerve! So, I muster all the courage I have left and I do the only acceptable thing at this point. I run inside and get Sean. I know what some of you may be thinking. What if that wicked creature stings, how could you place your dear 4yr old in harms way? Well, this is how I look at it. He likes to get bugs. As his Mother, it is my job to make sure he has wonderful childhood experiences, so who am I to deny him this pleasure? Right. So, Sean the rescuer promptly come to my aid "sure (sounds like 'thur') Mommy, where is it? (with a grrrrrrr in there)". He comes out into the garage and flips my shoe over to expose the beast. There it was, all predatory, waiting to pounce.
"I'll get it Mommy!" (STOMP.SQUISH.SPLAT.)