"Ma, how's your head?" "Why, whats wrong?" "I need you to kill a bug."
At 12:30 or 1:00 in the morning, I had my mum come into my room and kill a bug for me. Don't worry, she was already up.
It was those centipede-type-looking things.
Brown, lots of legs, fast, and weird pincher thingies on the front and end of them.
I almost died.
I'm 16 and I need my mother to kill a bug for me.
Damn right.
But those are one of the only bugs that make me into a whimpering girl.
Those and grubs. I hate grubs.
*shudder*
It was those centipede-type-looking things.
Brown, lots of legs, fast, and weird pincher thingies on the front and end of them.
I almost died.
I'm 16 and I need my mother to kill a bug for me.
Damn right.
But those are one of the only bugs that make me into a whimpering girl.
Those and grubs. I hate grubs.
*shudder*