How not to deal with a problem

Me, while doing the dishes, to my fiancé:  Hey, come here. I want to show you something.
Him, from other room, appropriately suspicious: Whyyyy?
Me: Just come here.
Him: Uh-oh...[arrives next to me]. Okay, what?
Me:  Look at that [pointing to a vase filled with glass beads and this little dude:

 

Him: WHAT IS THAT?!?!

Me:  It's a beetle.

Him:  No but WHAT IS THAT, JESSICA?!?!

Me: It's a really big beetle, Jonathan.

Him: But... but... I don't... It's so BIG.  How did it even get IN there?  How are we supposed to kill it?

Me:  I think we have to dump all the beads out and get him before he goes scurrying away.

Him: ....UGH! Jessica, UGH!

Me: Well?

Him: Is he moving?

Me: I don't think so.

Him:  So maybe he's dead. Can we just pretend this never happened and you never saw it?

Me (shrugs): Sure. That works for me.

Him: Great, let's do that.

Me:  Hey, what if he's a she, and she's alive and not dead, and she's pregnant?

Him:  Nope.  So do you want to watch a movie or something?