This morning, I carried my half full mug of cold tea into the kitchen, taking a sip somewhere along the way. (I know, I'm gross.)
You have a baby. You don't get to have your hot drinks actually hot. It's only gross if it was last night's tea.
I set it down, turned back to pick it up and empty it out and THERE WAS A SPIDER INSIDE IT. A big-ass one, too. Full grown, not a baby. All gray and with many legs.... faints momentarily
How long it was there, I don't know, but unless it kamikazied into my mug in the split second between setting it down and turning back to it, it was there when I sipped at it in blind gronkiness. The idea of my lips nearly brushing spider legs/torso/head this morning has stayed with me all day.
never stops screaming...in my head
Eek. Let's pretend it kamikazied in that split second.
Oh my god AmyLiz.
Why are you squishing moths???
Because they fly and they have bodies. Ergo they do not belong in my apartment.
I love when they fly right into my lamp, though. Solves that problem quite satisfyingly.
I wish I could magically transfuse some of my not-fear into Jilli and Jessica and connie. Spiders ick me somewhat,
Me, too. Actually, they only ick me when I think about them ON me. I don't like anything that feels that skittery, so I don't even like rats and mice (pets, people, pets!) walking on me. It's that light, skittery pressure that'll get me.
You kill a ladybug, you might just as well march right out and lie down in traffic.
Bwahahahah! Up at the telescopes, you'd get an entire exterior wall covered in a sheet (or three) of ladybugs. Since the structures themselves are white, it was pretty dramatic. We used to peel off handfuls and put them in jars to carry down the mountain and release on the neighborhood rosebushes.
There was that time I walked into a spider's web at face level a few months ago.
It took two days before I stopped jumping every time a strand of hair brushed my face.
I saw my first roach ever in SC. It was at least 2 inches long and I'm not exagerating. Then it disappeared in my room. I spent the whole night freaked out it would climb in my bed.
I remember the day after I moved into my apartment for grad school (in Alabama). A huge roach flew across my living room and I about fainted dead away. When I say huge, I mean the body was probably 3 inches long and had a wing span of 5 inches. I completely freaked.
Some guy was moving in to an apt. on the floor below me the same day I did, so I knew he was there. I ran down to his apt. and explained this humongous flying roach and pleaded for him to come kill it. He laughed and told me it was a palmetto bug. Being the nice boy that he was, he came up, killed the critter and disposed of the carcass.
A few days later, he was in my first class. Turned out he was a theatre major, too.
Because they fly and they have bodies. Ergo they do not belong in my apartment. I love when they fly right into my lamp, though. Solves that problem quite satisfyingly.
This is right thinking, although I have never had a moth die by flying into one of my lamps. They just do the bounce of thing that makes me wish I could kill them more than once.
It is so very much spider-hatching season here. They're everywhere all of a sudden. Blech.
And we had what they blithely refer to as "palmetto bugs" (roaches with wings, folks) in Florida. Horrible, horrible things.
I would never kill a lady bug. Spiders now...I can't get used to the idea of coexisting, although I know that everything JZ said about them is true.
It's only gross if it was last night's tea.
Whistling innocently...
t oh, cool, the ickies have lost a few legs. scampers out.
