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Unfortunately, these are not direct quotes. My sleep meds are kicking in (i.e., very tired Amy right now), and this conversation happened this past weekend. But they’re close enough, and you get the idea.

We stared down the aisle of jarred spaghetti sauces. “Well, if you don’t mind my asking, what does squashing insects have to do with whether or not you cook dinner?” We exchanged looks—I, the look of blinding obviousness; he, the look of complete confusion—for a few moments before comprehension dawned.

“Oh. You mean squashing bugs in code. Ok, I get you now.”