centipedes and trolls
What is up with the area of my current apartment? The bugs are not only weird and scary (tons of those awful centipedes that fucking terrify me (what is creepier than a creature that acquires more legs throughout its life cycle?)), but they're also crafty. I get shitty cell reception inside the apartment, so I stepped out to the street to call my mother (it's her birthday) and when I came back inside, I felt a bug on my thigh. And I felt it and not saw it, because it had crawled inside my fucking jeans. I should not have to take my pants off, shake bugs out of them, be even more appalled after seeing the strange thing that was on my flesh, scamper around trying to smack it out of the air with a water bottle, and end up with bug guts on my floor. Unacceptable.