Originally Posted by Gilda

Here is how I would have handled that situation:

Step one: Screech like an eight year old girl watching a horror movie late at night after eating spicy Mexican food and drinking an entire two liter bottle of Sunkist orange soda.

Step two: Go find Grace and tell her she ain't gettin any while that hideous man-eating monster is in our home waiting for us to go to sleep and devour us whole.

Step three: Watch in horror as Grace allows the beast to crawl up her arm as she carries it outside, obviously terrified, but hiding it well by mocking my fear derisively and telling me to quit acting like a baby.

Step four: Reward Grace for her heroism, saving us from a fate worse than death without once flinching in the face of grave danger.