ANNOYEDFACE.
for those that don't know this about me, i have this long-running bad history with bugs. a feud, almost. they always seem to attack me -- they're really quite intelligent (and i'm not being paranoid about this). i've been bitten by mosquitos when there were none around (they adore my blood, srsly), or when i've stepped outside for <5mins and nobody else was bitten. i have had cockroaches stop running away from me, completely turn around to face where i am, pause, then fly straight at me. bitches think they can take me down. D: i suppose i don't help matters by screaming hysterically when this happens, but i digress. to summarise: me+bugs=don't mix.
i also must have THE WORST LUCK in the world when it comes to food. i'm always finding bugs in my food. when the family sits down to eat dinner, we usually eat all the same thing, and i'll be the only one who finds bugs in her food. i always get little lice-looking things in my broccoli, i've found a worm in an orange, and last time i went to bake scones there were weevils in the flour. now to clarify, the bugs are always dead (except for the weevils that one time), thankgod. if they were alive i'd probably be much less calm in general haha.
tonight, it happened again. mum made me pasta (penne to be exact) because she was making pies for everyone else and i didn't feel like a pie cus it's been hot today. anyway so i sit down, am eating my dinner, get up to do something and when i sit back down again i happen to look down at the penne and see into one of them, and what do i find? a fucking bug. it was like a baby cockroach, or something, idk. (fyi, it wasn't one, just looked like it.) events proceed like so:
me: MUM THERE IS A BUG IN MY FOOD. AGAIN.
mum: wow, i've never had a problem with bugs in my penne! i keep it stored in a glass jar, and all.
me: *after calming myself down, used to these types of bug problems* well, at least i take solace in the fact that it was dead--
mum: hey, there's another one in the jar! *shows me the jar*
me: --*looks at jar, sees one crawling around* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KILL ITTTTTTT!!
so basically i may have ingested a lot of these fuckers because you couldn't tell they were there unless you looked directly into the pasta. and who the hell does that when eating?
i know they can't hurt me if they're dead (at least, i think...) but it's still disturbing, and now i'm having thoughts about them crawling back up my throat and out of my mouth.
yeah.
i also must have THE WORST LUCK in the world when it comes to food. i'm always finding bugs in my food. when the family sits down to eat dinner, we usually eat all the same thing, and i'll be the only one who finds bugs in her food. i always get little lice-looking things in my broccoli, i've found a worm in an orange, and last time i went to bake scones there were weevils in the flour. now to clarify, the bugs are always dead (except for the weevils that one time), thankgod. if they were alive i'd probably be much less calm in general haha.
tonight, it happened again. mum made me pasta (penne to be exact) because she was making pies for everyone else and i didn't feel like a pie cus it's been hot today. anyway so i sit down, am eating my dinner, get up to do something and when i sit back down again i happen to look down at the penne and see into one of them, and what do i find? a fucking bug. it was like a baby cockroach, or something, idk. (fyi, it wasn't one, just looked like it.) events proceed like so:
me: MUM THERE IS A BUG IN MY FOOD. AGAIN.
mum: wow, i've never had a problem with bugs in my penne! i keep it stored in a glass jar, and all.
me: *after calming myself down, used to these types of bug problems* well, at least i take solace in the fact that it was dead--
mum: hey, there's another one in the jar! *shows me the jar*
me: --*looks at jar, sees one crawling around* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KILL ITTTTTTT!!
so basically i may have ingested a lot of these fuckers because you couldn't tell they were there unless you looked directly into the pasta. and who the hell does that when eating?
i know they can't hurt me if they're dead (at least, i think...) but it's still disturbing, and now i'm having thoughts about them crawling back up my throat and out of my mouth.
yeah.