| | Leggy Bugs...is all I have to say.
Okay, not all I have to say. You should go here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_centipede
I can't bare to post such a wretched picture on my actual site so I'll just make you go see it instead. Not that I really think you will purposely subject yourself to a nasty picture like that...unlike if you innocently came to my site and were assaulted with such a leggy monstrosity without fair warning.
Those wretched things are living in my house. I hate it. Show me a spider and I'll kill it - unless my husband is around. :) Show me a cockroach in a kitchen and I'll kill it. Show me one of those things and I just cower in a corner staring at the walls to make sure that there aren't more crawling about. Ok, I actually kill them too, unless William is around, in which case I get him to kill them. But seriously. These things freak me out more than I can say. They are like the Jumping Bugs - aka Camel Crickets - of my youth. Those things haunted me my whole life. I have found said jumping bugs in the bathroom, in the shower, in the kitchen, in my living room, buried in a corner I was cleaning, in my shoe that I was putting my foot into, climbing up my leg while cleaning an old closet, in my clean jeans laying on the family room floor waiting to be folded and of all places my bathing suit which I didn't discover had inhabited the suit until I had gotten it half way on!!!
So these house centipedes are the new bug of my youth...err....bug of my midlife. I have found them in my bath tub, in dark corners, in my vegetable bowl. I have found them on the walls, in the laundry room and in some gift bags. And NOW as of two days ago, I have seen them scaling the wall above our heads on the couch, I have seen one scaling the kitchen wall near my toaster and my drawers. I have seen one hanging out in my front walkway by the door, and I have come home dutifully to wash my dishes and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, only to discover on my last item that I must have been scrubbing the life out of one that was hiding in my dishrag when I started and whose limp, lifeless, leggy body was now draped around my crockpot!!!
After that I just dropped everything until William got home and paced around the house with cold shivers up and down my spine. There is a small potential, but potential nonetheless, for someone to be rather gallant and brave about these sorts of things up until one finds jumping bugs in their swimsuits, and washes the dishes with leggy monsters in their dishrags!!!
There were so many fabulous things that happened over Thanksgiving break, etc, that I promptly forgot to write about and then forgot period. Sigh.
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| | Posted 11/29/2007 9:18 AM - 5 comments
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