Mr D is blatantly and unashamedly insect-ist.
Let me explain.
This morning, Mr D was in the shower, and I came downstairs to the living room to be met by the noise of a deep buzzing drone that sounded like someone was flying a Lancaster Bomber around the room.
I couldn't see the culprit, but whatever it was, it was BIG!
When Mr D came downstairs, and knowing how much he hates the distrraction of buzzing flying bugs in the room, I said, "don't get comfortable, theres a buzzy thing in the living room. It sounds like a really big bluebottle or something."
We ascertained that said Lancaster Bomber was behind the curtains, and Mr D shook the can of Raid, grumbling 'you're gonna fry!' to the unfortunate bug.
We pulled the curtain back, to find, not a bluebottle, but the biggest bumblebee I have ever seen tangled in the net curtain.
Suddenly the can of Raid was abandoned on the table, and Mr D is scooping the bumblebee off the curtains oh-so-carefully, and chatting away to it as he carried it out into the front garden and into a flowering bush, where it can have 'lots of yummy pollen'.
So yes, apparently, the open-mindedness of our household doesn't extend to our six-legged friends!
Oh well, no-one's perfect!