Last night I was laying in bed just about asleep. My wife smacks me on my back and then hops out of bed. I'm all WTF woman?!? She points above our bed and says nothing. I look up, see our ceiling fan, really hope she's not picking this exact moment to comment on the dust on the blades, look back at her with another WTF woman look.
She just goes, "BUG!"
I glance up again and see a silverfish scurrying across the ceiling. I look at her again and roll over. She goes, "I'm not going to able to sleep with that thing up there."
"Ok, good night."
"Kill it!"
"It's on the other side of the ceiling fan (vaulted ceiling - roughly 10 feet up). How do you propose I get to it?"
"I don't care." Silverfish moves an inch, wife has mini-seizure. "Just kill it!!"
I walk over, turn the ceiling fan off and stop the blades with my hand (Mctallerton, take note about turning the fan off first). Then I take my shirt off, wad it in a ball, throw it at the silverfish, successfully knocking it down so it falls on the bed (first try - cuz I rock), then kill it with a tissue.
So now I'm standing there, a shirtless hero, in my boxers. The ceiling fan, now turned back on, gently blowing my heroic hair just right. I look at my wife and go, "So what is my reward?"
"Now that you're awake, can you rub my back?"