"Eww, Eww, Eww..."

Is what I was screaming yesterday while working in our small garden. While planting pansies I found a gross little grub, not too bad right? So I just flipped it into our neighbors garden with my shovel. But Tyler, always being Tyler, couldn't leave well enough alone and decided he had to smash it before it could turn into whatever disgusting bug it would. Before I can do anything about it, I feel bug guts all over my arm and I am screaming hysterically. Tyler thinks this is so so funny and falls on the ground laughing while I am running around screaming and totally grossed out. Don't worry I survived after I could wash it off and breathe. Moral of the story? Don't let your husband help you take care of your bug problems.