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.

Fails to mention how she knows it is gross

But the fluttering of its wings down my back (long nightdress) will stay with me forever, I fear.

Up.my.skirt. And it was the 3 inch long crunchy crawly kind.

Needless to say, I was shortly standing deskirted in the middle of my dad's office, stomping on said skirt. The office also happened to be facing the university library front entrance and yes, it was between classes. I really don't like roaches.

Ladybugs bite.

It's not rappelling spiders, nor spiders in tea. But the fluttering of its wings down my back (long nightdress) will stay with me forever, I fear.

Ye gods. shuuuudder