What is a camel cricket? And why would you say that about it jumping on your face?! God, now I'm not going to sleep.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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Convincing people I am Too Damn Much Trouble -- this could be my superpower.
And here I am stuck with my superpower--being able to go the whole day without peeing. It just doesn't compare.
It's other men that are helpless in the throes of all these sluttily dressed women.
Yeah, that's why those other men attempt to rape the sluttily dressed women the second they see them: when the women are surrounded by bouncers and cops or have ready access and ability to use 911 or weapons. Their fierce lusts never let them wait until the sluttily dressed woman is alone in a parking garage or until the roofies have taken effect. Oh, wait . . .
Camel crickets are like jumping roaches. They are crickets that don't chirp and jump and live all up in the woods surrounding our apartments and once the weather gets warm they come in and GAAAAAH! They are creeeepy.
amyth, the other one was probably so intimidated by what you did to its comrade that it fled the house.
Oh, and they jump AT you. They have no fear. And one was on my nightstand once and did jump on my face. It happened. That's why they must always die. Always. But they're fast.
I'd like to believe that, Dana. I'd like to believe that. I may have to crank the AC and sleep completely encased in my blankets like a mummy.
Even now, that cricket has gone back and is telling all of the other crickets, in hushed whispers, "Seriously, that woman's crazy. Give her a wide berth."
I'm sorry, amyth. I could bring the Mighty Slayer of Camel Crickets over, if you'd like.
Camel crickets are like jumping roaches. They are crickets that don't chirp and jump and live all up in the woods surrounding our apartments and once the weather gets warm they come in and GAAAAAH! They are creeeepy.
Jesus, I thought palmetto bugs were the Devil Incarnate. Anything that can be described as a roach with wings and/or jumping roach gives me the wiggins.
It was really scary, and I had to break my lease and move out of the apartment -- a month after I moved out, the girl upstairs was raped during the day.
But in a perverse way, I am glad it happened. I think I've said it before, here -- things ended up relatively well, given the situation, and I am really glad to have the knowledge that I know how I will react to a threat; that I WILL act, that I can think (somewhat muzzily) under pressure, that I can improvise. It's a sense of great relief to me.