I wasn't brave about it at all, so maybe the admiration is misplaced. :) If my flatmate wasn't home I'd sometimes be so chicken that I'd call up a friend who would drive across town to help me catch them in a tupperware to bring outside. And by helping, I mean I would stand very far away and make comments like "quick, it's getting away!"
no subject
on 2005-06-04 06:05 pm (UTC)I'm getting twitchy just thinking about it.