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have I ever mentioned that I don't like bugs? especially giant ones that run around my kitchen like they own the place, hide under things that don't move, and then once they finally come out they make me hyperventilate when they DON'T DIE after being soaked in Scrubbing Bubbles (because I don't have bug spray), requiring me to locate a heavy shoe and a piece of newspaper to protect my poor shoe, and proceed to smack the hell out of the floor and the puddle of Scrubbing Bubbles at 2am, all while screaming on the phone to my mother, who I woke up might I add, who I somehow expected to save the day, and frantically hope that it's not still moving before i lift the newspaper to dispose of what i hope is a DEAD bug. *Sigh* And now the bug is safely (I hope) wrapped up in the newspaper, 8 paper towels soaked in Scrubbing Bubbles, wrapped in a target bag, stuffed into a small trash bag, which is stuffed into a large trash bag and tied shut. Yet I still can't shake the feeling that the stupid thing (or its fellow demon seed) are crawling all over me.
yeah, i don't like bugs.
i might get to sleep tonight but don't count on it being for a couple hours. :(