I am not great with bugs, but there was only one time where I really was like, OK why is there not some sort of service to call where they come to your house wearing large boots and carrying big swatters, because I am seriously NOT MENTALLY EQUPPED. That was for a multiple inches long 'pede of some sort that looked like a rubber bug out of a gumball machine. I just about had a nervous breakdown, before I finally executed it by smothering it with dish detergent. *is mightly, in the girliest possible way*
I hate bugs forever. *shudder* Especially flying ones or fast ones. They could jump on me! D:
Earwigs in my bathingsuit, every summer. Lurking mantises and walking stocks on the screen door, wasps in the eaves, bees crawling into my can of coke...
I try so very hard not to hate them, and I have a truce with them outside, especially if I am wearing gloves in the garden. But if they come into the house, they have Broken The Rules, and I have to struggle with my nonsquashing ethics vs. my sheer terror.
Actually, i probably end up squishing more in the garden, because my method of pest control is trapping and or/squishing beetles and slugs.
I really want to be one of those better people who doesn't kill fellow creatures, but...those 'pedes and 'wigs make me want to sob.
I finally executed it by smothering it with dish detergent.
*flails* I've done that! Or at least that's how I caught the critter so I could stomp on it. We get these big, fat outdoor cockroaches that sometimes wander in on warm days. They look like a shiny black thumbprint scurrying across the floor, and I usually discover them at about 3 a.m., while I'm on my way to the can, half asleep and barefoot. DO NOT WANT.
ETA: or "wig"
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I hate these too, but at least they won't fly at me.
'Cepting that time a centipede FELL ON MY HEAD from the ceiling. D: D:
I had the jibblies for DAYS...
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Earwigs in my bathingsuit, every summer. Lurking mantises and walking stocks on the screen door, wasps in the eaves, bees crawling into my can of coke...
Haaaaate.
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Actually, i probably end up squishing more in the garden, because my method of pest control is trapping and or/squishing beetles and slugs.
I really want to be one of those better people who doesn't kill fellow creatures, but...those 'pedes and 'wigs make me want to sob.
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*flails* I've done that! Or at least that's how I caught the critter so I could stomp on it. We get these big, fat outdoor cockroaches that sometimes wander in on warm days. They look like a shiny black thumbprint scurrying across the floor, and I usually discover them at about 3 a.m., while I'm on my way to the can, half asleep and barefoot. DO NOT WANT.
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