Protective instincts kicking in

Under normal circumstances, when I see a bug inside the house I yell for Nate to come immediately to my rescue and kill it. My tone varies from calm to screaming depending on how close the bug is to me. You can imagine how freaked I was when Walter was playing in his gym and right there next to him was a spider! Nate wasn't home. I couldn't yell for help. And I wasn't going to let that spider get any closer to my baby. So I swooped in and killed it myself – with my bare hands! Now that's love.