Since I accomplished the feat of burning boiling water (more on that soon,) we had the window cracked open last night. Somehow, a mosquito-looking insect made its way inside.

With Mr. Miyagi-precision, Jeff instinctively caught it even before I could yelp, “Can you get that?”

He beamed with pride and said, “Were you impressed with my ninja-like skills?”

Rolling my eyes, I said profoundly, “Uh, killing a mosquito is hardly ninja-like.”

“First of all, it was a moth, not a mosquito. Did you see the wings on that thing? And secondly, yes, moth catching is very ninja-like.”

And to think, I was foolhardy enough to doubt my husband’s ninja skillz.

Advertisements