When my brother married her, the couple lived right upstairs of my parents' place. The first morning after honeymoon, she knocked on my bedroom door in downstairs about 7:00 am.
She said, 'sister, there are cockroaches in the kitchen!' Of course there were! Then she asked me 'please kill them for me.' I went to the kitchen with her, but you know how it works. They already ran off. I told her, 'sister, I don't see any. They won't come out while you're here.' But she said, 'no, I can't stay here by myself. Please stay here until my husband comes down.'
Come on! It was 7 am in the morning! I sat on the table dozing off until my brother came down.
When I met her younger brother, I told him the story. 'Did you know that your sister was afraid of bugs?' He said, 'of course. When we were young, I always took advantage of it. I asked her to give me 20 cents. If she said no, I would grab a carterpillar and threaten her that I would eat it. Then she always ended up crying and gave me 20 cents.' What a brother, huh?
When her baby became three or so, the baby had a mosquito bite on her cheek. I asked her, 'oh you poor thing. What can I do for you?' She said, 'please kill it for me, aunt.'
Oh my god!