I walked over and saw one of the biggest bugs I have ever seen, stuck inside the plastic case, attached to one of the bottle necks. I couldn't help it, I screamed. He was at least 2 1/2 inches long, and he had enormous antennae. He was disgusting. He almost looked like one of our giant roaches, but he wasn't one. I have no idea what he was.
So I morbidly watched him struggle for a few minutes, hoping he would get out without my assistance. He didn't. So I crept over to the case of water, leaned over gingerly, and ripped the plastic away as fast as I could. I screamed when I did that as well.
I ran into the house as fast as I could.
About 30 min later I went back outside, peering around the door to get a look at the case. He was gone.
Rich was out running errands during all of this or I would have unashamedly made him do all of this. I could have waited for him to get home, and I should have waited for him to get home, but I would have been embarrassed. It was bad enough that I made him capture a giant bug in the kitchen the other day, calling him in from outside to do so.
I hate bugs.