When we were in Punta Cana, there were bugs everywhere. Even in the room. That first night, several small roaches came in from under the door. I was freaking out because I have a serious bug phobia. I’ll always remember Dave standing over by the bar, pouring himself some scotch, and seeing him lightly stomp his foot down. I asked, “Um…what are you doing? Was that another bug?!”  He was pushing it away with his foot and acting like he didn’t know what I was talking about. I know it sounds silly, but I found it to be incredibly sweet.  He desperately wanted me to have a good, relaxing trip. 

Eventually, I shoved a towel under the door and that solved the problem.