No Lyra, it's bad luck to kill a Lady Bug. If you kill a spider, it rains.
Yes, there is. There's a hurry, Xander. I'm dying...I may have as few as fifty years left.
Anya ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 27, 2005 11:48:48 am PDT #9392 of 10001
What is even happening?
§ ita § - Apr 27, 2005 11:49:13 am PDT #9393 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Why are you squishing moths???
::reevaluates the bugs-must-die list::
Atropa - Apr 27, 2005 11:49:22 am PDT #9394 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I never kill spiders because I am deeply, deeply imprinted with the belief that this is very bad luck. I don't know if it came from Charlotte's Web or Greek myth or a folktale or straight out of my preschool ass, but it's been a central arachnid truth in my brain for as long as I can remember.
I don't want to kill them because deep down I KNOW that the spiders keep track of who kills them and who doesn't, and are planning their revenge.
brenda m - Apr 27, 2005 11:50:12 am PDT #9395 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I like to picture all the exponentially increasing number of descendants I've squashed at a remove or so whenever I kill a mosquito. Especially in the spring. Ditto for houseflies or (ugh) bluebottles.
sarameg - Apr 27, 2005 11:50:17 am PDT #9396 of 10001
Although moths are pretty gross when you squish them.
And leave dusty sploofs everywhere when the cat is playing with them. We could always tell when Thimble (our black cat) has feasted on a few because she had moth dust all over her face.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 27, 2005 11:50:20 am PDT #9397 of 10001
What is even happening?
Wait, -t. Some roaches fly? In America?
Hugs New England very, very tightly.
Lyra Jane - Apr 27, 2005 11:51:36 am PDT #9398 of 10001
Up with the sun
it's bad luck to kill a Lady Bug. If you kill a spider, it rains.
That is a set of consequences I can deal with.
I KNOW that the spiders keep track of who kills them and who doesn't, and are planning their revenge.
Oh, god. In that case, I'm probably doomed from childhood, when I pulled the legs off Daddy Long Legs. (Not regularly or anything, but, um, I was small and so were they.)
(And I know DLL's aren't spiders, but it probably counts toward the same cosmic account.)
§ ita § - Apr 27, 2005 11:51:40 am PDT #9399 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Some roaches fly? In America?
It's the price you pay for the tropics. Worth it, pretty much.
ChiKat - Apr 27, 2005 11:51:41 am PDT #9400 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Wait, -t. Some roaches fly? In America?
Palmetto bugs. They are tres nasty.
brenda m - Apr 27, 2005 11:52:40 am PDT #9401 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
When they're inside and bapping against the light or the wall and disturbing my reading? I'm taking that moth out.
(Except not actually, like the guy mentioned above. However, given the ookyness and smudges on the wall from a squised moth, I can understand the impulse.)