Disclaimer: Skip this if you're squeamish

I pride myself on my iron stomach. As long as I'm not pregnant, I don't really get that grossed out by things. Blood. Guts. Nothing fazes me.

And then I woke up yesterday morning to find these in a Rubbermaid container on my kitchen table.We came home from a weekend away to find our sprinklers inexplicably turned on in the evening. After an hour, we decided there was something wrong with the timer. After Brian got the water shut off, he cracked open the timer box and we immediately backed off because there were hornets everywhere in there! It was still pretty light and warm, so Brian waited a few hours before going back out to kill them off (thank you, thank you, thank you wonderful hornet killer spray). I didn't really think about it after that.

And then I found them on my kitchen table. That's exactly what you want to see first thing in the morning, right? After trying really hard to make appreciative noises while Brian excitedly showed me the dead larvae (ugh!), I made him take the container to the garage because apparently we can't just toss them in the garbage. He wants to keep them. And he took pictures. Unfortunately for any who are interested in these things, I made him take them outside before he got a picture of the container. These are the moments when I realize that all men never really get rid of that inner boy who loves bugs.