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Runs screaming
Jul. 12th, 2006 10:16 amOur house is full of spiders. Some of them are tiny. Some are huge. I leave them in corners when I'm cleaning, because I don't like fly spray and the spiders do a good job (since this is a country area, plus horses, we get a lot of flies, but they're fairly quickly dispatched). I don't like picking up enormous spiders by hand, but I will do the glass jar and paper thing.
Anyway. I don't have a problem with spiders. What I DO have a massive problem with is centipedes. Millipedes are okay, because they're round (what do you mean, this makes no sense whatsoever?). During that Indiana Jones movie where the giant centipede goes down the woman's neck, I nearly ran out of the cinema shrieking like a loon.
This morning, about to take a shower, I picked up a sponge and there was a centipede, writhing about on the bottom of it. I suppose it thought it was a rather comfy rock. Actually, it was more of a wireworm, but you know, the legs, the bristly bits...
I almost leaped onto the bath and did my patented Lucille Ball impression, and I thought about calling T. Then I decided that I was being a wuss, so I collared the 'pede in a wad of tissue and flushed it.
When told, T (who has phobias about nothing) said 'What, a poor little defenceless wireworm? What did it ever do to you?'
Grrr. Feel free to add your own insect/arthropod stories here. I know we've done it before, but it's always good for that early morning squick factor.
Anyway. I don't have a problem with spiders. What I DO have a massive problem with is centipedes. Millipedes are okay, because they're round (what do you mean, this makes no sense whatsoever?). During that Indiana Jones movie where the giant centipede goes down the woman's neck, I nearly ran out of the cinema shrieking like a loon.
This morning, about to take a shower, I picked up a sponge and there was a centipede, writhing about on the bottom of it. I suppose it thought it was a rather comfy rock. Actually, it was more of a wireworm, but you know, the legs, the bristly bits...
I almost leaped onto the bath and did my patented Lucille Ball impression, and I thought about calling T. Then I decided that I was being a wuss, so I collared the 'pede in a wad of tissue and flushed it.
When told, T (who has phobias about nothing) said 'What, a poor little defenceless wireworm? What did it ever do to you?'
Grrr. Feel free to add your own insect/arthropod stories here. I know we've done it before, but it's always good for that early morning squick factor.
