house sitting

i like to think there's no shame in squealing like a small british school boy when you go to pick up a newspaper and there's a snake underneath it.
i even think it's okay to go "eeps!" at the wasp hiding in the mail box.
and when you open the front door and a spider jumps at you and goes "hiss! kathryn! hiss!", i think it's completely normal to call your daddy and tell him to drive 30 miles to kill it.
and when he suggests you kill it yourself, it's fine to yell, "well who asked you mr. rational pants!" and hang up the phone.

that's what i think.
but who cares what i think, what will the neighbors think?