I encountered palmetto bugs the year we lived in Fernandina. I was eight. If my mother had told me they could fly I'd have had a coronary.
I was once dashing across my carpeted apartment and felt something crunch undr my bare foot. I looked down to see a mashed waterbug. After the screaming and running in circles ritual dance was done, I went into the bathroom to get some toilet tissue for the removal procedures.
AND WHEN I GOT BACK TO MY BEDROOM IT WAS GONE.
200+ pounds of me, landing on that thing at a run, and IT SHOOK IT OFF AND WALKED AWAY.
That thing still haunts my dreams.
I do not want those fuckers moving any farther north than they already are.
I truly fear that's what the flying one was.
This, if for no other reason, is why we need to STOP GLOBAL WARMING NOW. I do not want those fuckers moving any farther north than they already are.
Right? There are reasons some of us flock to colder climes despite the fact that it, for example, IS SNOWING two weeks before Halloween.
Ow! Just burned my arm -- it brushed against the top of the inside of the oven while I was taking my dinner out.
I want to say that I'm not returning to Bitches until you're done with the bug talk, but I'm actually going to bed now. Keep talking, I'll skip all this in the morning. Oh, and thanks for the nightmares, in advance.
Said the Buffista who's trained to use M-16. (Scared-of-Wasps, you're not alone and not a wimp.)
(I'm cool with spiders, though. But horrible with stuff bigger than a fly that can fly around me.)
I've got a cold compress on it now. Damn, this hurts.
Oh, I hate it when I do that, Hil! Ouch!
Now I'm wondering how well an M-16 would do against a palmetto bug.
If I can track down my ex he might have a reasonably informed opinion on that.