Not yet.
When I was done with it, yeah.
For me it’s not that it’s a burden. I don’t actually mind doing things like carrying boxes and crawling under desks and the like. It’s the attitude of “I’m female and you’re male, so you have to be the one to do it.”
To the first question, perhaps. But I don’t come across situations very often that a woman couldn’t deal with just as well as a man. To the second question, no not really. Proving that I’m THE GUY and can do those things because I’m THE GUY really has no meaning to me at all.
Anyone totted up the asses/not an asses?
Put me down for not an ass.
I had to look up “palmetto bug” to be sure, but y’all are just talking about a good old-fashioned cockroach. I don’t have a personal phobia about them, but I hate the bastards because of their ability to fly.
Oh, voting for not an ass, and grow up and kill your own bugs, ladies.
Ewww! clasps tdn’s arm in a totally spontaneous gesture 
BTW, just FTR… Women who are unafraid of bugs are incredibly hot.
Wow. After reading the OP, I was expecting a total pile on on the poor guy. Colour me surprised. Me? I wouldn’t have even looked up from the folder in my hand. I would have just gone in and stepped on the bug and left while still sipping at my cup of coffee. By the time you had said “thanks” I would have been gone already (unless I were single and you were hot). I can only wonder how I haven’t been sued before with this attitude.
He wasn’t an ass, he was just scared of bugs.
You could have fed the bug to a raccoon in your backyard.
Thanks for making my day. Again.
He must’ve been out by you on an exchange program.
Just a note for all of you worried - only cockroaches carry switchblades*.
*Certain beetles have been known to wield sharpened screwdrivers, though
Yep! You have a long memory. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to, and maybe why I think he’s an ass. But we’ve supposedly kissed and made up since that incident… and he really was the first person I saw besides the woman on the phone with the open-toed shoes.
I’m gonna go count asses… 
33-10 for not an ass.
You wanted equality? You got. Go smash your own bugs.
34-10
There’s a double standard regarding males in female-only areas and females in male-only areas. Men are viewed as threatening while women aren’t. In high school for instance the boys’ lockerroom had a storage room that contained most atheletic equipment. Including (don’t laugh) all the balls. The female PE teacher (a woman in her 50s) had no qualms about going in there to get stuff. Usualy she waited until class was in session and could expect it to be empty, but she did occasion catch guys on the toilet (no stall doors and you had to walk past them to get to the storage room). On one occasion she ran into 3 football players coming out of the showers butt naked (truly unexpected since hardly anybody ever actually showered). Sometimes she’d even meet with a male PE teacher after class while we were changing. We found it annoying, but AFAIK nobody ever made a big complaint to the administration. The male PE teachers didn’t care and would just tell any guy who complained “she’s a teacher, quit making a big deal”. No male PE teacher (or many male staff) ever dared to go into the girls’ lockerroom. I once asking a male teacher what would happen if he ever went into a girls’ lockerroom/bathroom. He told me (this was a veteran teacher) that unless it was a medical emergency or to break up a fight he’d be fired.
speaking of activities best left to men
I don’t like killing bugs for no good reason, but I’ll always smoosh me a roach. Them thing’s nasty, they breed like wild fire. We once had to move out of an apartment and leave behind furniture cuz the roaches infested it. It was gross.
I think the “men must be the bug-killers” stereotype goes back to our childhood. Boys are usually the ones who play with bugs* and do other icky things like poke bloated cow corpses with sticks. So when we get older we just figure they won’t have a problem with squishing bugs.
*I was a tomboy and I caught and handled many a praying mantis, caterpillar, daddy-longlegs, butterfly, firefly or other cool bug in my childhood. However, I’d never touch a roach, even as a kid I knew they were disgusting. Nowadays I still tolerate the cool bugs as long as they don’t fly at me and get in my hair. But roaches and spiders send me running and screaming like a girly girl. Sorry, it’s a phobia.
Another vote for not an ass. I would imagine you wouldn’t have been to happy if he had expected you to cook his lunch or clean his office?
Not an ass although his failure to do your bidding puzzles me.
All love me and despair.