Love takes shape in many forms: in the form of words, gifts, looks, and actions. I personally prefer the form of action. Even though it is not my husband’s preferred method, sometimes he gets it right. I’ll explain, in a short-long kind of way…

Everyone has one or two things that just freak them out. I mean really freak them out. Ok, maybe not everyone, but I’m guessing I’m not the only neurotic person out there. My two things may seem like nothing to someone else, but to me they can put me in a state of crazy. I’m talking about mice and bugs.

Most of my friends already know about my dislike for bugs and my abnormal fear of mice, but probably not to the extent that my husband does. Every winter he dutifully evicts the latest unwanted rodents from the garage. Because he knows that if I see one of them, he might come home and find me in a catatonic state brought on by fear. Seriously. No, really, I’m serious and not even trying to be funny. (Well, maybe a little funny.) I am embarrassed to say that I’m a prime candidate for the Maury Povich show. (To clarify, not the “Who’s Your Baby’s Daddy” show, but the “I’m Terrified of…” show.)

My other nemesis, bugs, doesn’t put fear in my veins, but gross me out. Especially when the little buggers invade my home. In particular, I can’t stand the creepy cockroach looking Earwig. It probably stems from when I lived in Texas and went through cockroach hell. It’s not very common to have them in Midwest suburbia, so I wasn’t prepared for the constant battle I faced in the south. It took years after moving back to the Midwest to dissipate the anxiety I felt every time I opened up a box of cereal or turned on the light.

Anyway, enough about my neurosis and on to the love part of this blog. Since it’s been monsoon season in the Midwest, the bugs have come out in full force. Apparently, there’s not enough room for them outside, so they’ve decided to start setting up shop in my house. My husband is on it. Without me even asking or threatening to move, he called Bob the bug guy. Bob graciously rid our house of bugs and saved our marriage two years ago for a small fee. I would pay almost any fee to be bug free.

For me, my husband calling the bug guy without me asking = love. Validate my fears and rid my life of things that freak me out and I’m in it for the long haul. And that’s what I call love.