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.
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'Beneath You'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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amyth - May 06, 2011 5:48:41 pm PDT #7294 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
Dana - May 06, 2011 5:50:33 pm PDT #7295 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
amyth, the other one was probably so intimidated by what you did to its comrade that it fled the house.
amyth - May 06, 2011 5:50:46 pm PDT #7296 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
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.
amyth - May 06, 2011 5:51:50 pm PDT #7297 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
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.
Dana - May 06, 2011 5:53:08 pm PDT #7298 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
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."
Calli - May 06, 2011 5:53:55 pm PDT #7299 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, amyth. I could bring the Mighty Slayer of Camel Crickets over, if you'd like.
Strix - May 06, 2011 5:56:28 pm PDT #7300 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
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.
§ ita § - May 06, 2011 5:57:34 pm PDT #7301 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Gah.
And I'm engaged with another asshole who believes that women can't ever win fights. My god, do I have a Kelly and a Noemi to introduce you to. And his assumption when I said I knew women in the martial arts was that I meant something with point-scoring. Not a real martial art with few rules.
Eat krav, motherfucker.
sarameg - May 06, 2011 5:57:49 pm PDT #7302 of 30001
My cats take care of the facejumpers.
amyth - May 06, 2011 5:58:29 pm PDT #7303 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
I've killed so many of these things, it's like they never gossip. What's up with that?
Thanks, Calli. I think it might take Leifur a while to find this one. Best to go with the mummy strategy for now. I think it's behind my cedar chest, waiting for me to go to sleep, for prime face-jumping opportunity. But I will have no face! HAHA!