Stalking my prey; killing time

[bitterbee]

My house apparently turned into Amityville while I was gone tonight. Not, you know, portal to Hell in the basement (maybe, though, since I never go down there), but a sudden abundance of flies. I hardly ever get flies -- tons of spiders and gnats and fireflies and those beetles that aren't really ladybugs, but rarely flies -- but when I got home

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[becky_49]

I hate flies, and other insects, spiders, worms, etc. If I see them, they have to be killed, or I'd feel uneasy. I'm not afraid of flies per se, so if I see one I'd take the fly swatter and smash it. Anything else, I'd be scared and have to get someone else to do the dirty work.

[bitterbee]

Weirdly, I'm okay with most other insects, but flies drive me crazy! Almost anything else I'll catch in my hand or on a piece of paper (for crawling things) and put it outside, but flies must DIE!

Crickets, however, are creepy. Mostly I scoff at idols who are squeamish about bugs they encounter on their shows (city boys!), but there's an episode of D no Arashi where they run into cave crickets in a cave (no less!) and screech like little girls -- and I am right there with them, because those things are terrifying!

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/60739525_02bcbd8060.jpg

I never did get the fourth fly, even though I stalked it till 4:30 am. While learning to purl. It doesn't seem to be around today. I suppose flies have a short lifespan and it probably died in a corner on its own.

[becky_49]

That cricket is creepy.

Totally agree flies must die. It's annoying when they're buzzing around while I'm trying to work. Hopefully that fourth fly died.

A week ago, there was a bug flying in my room. It was pretty big, but I wasn't sure what it was (it's not a fly, mosquito, or bee). I was so scared I closed my room door and went downstairs. When my dad tried to catch it, it was nowhere to be found. They joked that it was a figment of my imagination, but said bug was found dead in my sister's room 2 days later.

[bitterbee]

Ha! Vindicated!

Where do they go when they disappear like that? And then when I find a dead bug later I feel kind of unclean, even though it's not really true -- just held a door open for too long or happen to live in an unusually permeable house.

The first time I saw one of those cave crickets, I was house- and pet-sitting for a professor. I was staying up late to take advantage of their cable, in a room right next to where the basement stairs come up. I saw a small movement out of the corner of my eye, and there, moving across the floor, was this thing. It didn't jump, thank heaven, but ws sort of crawling. And even though I knew it was only a bug, my reaction was like the reaction toward a much bigger more dangerous animal: I slowly drew my feet up into the chair and curled myself up small so it wouldn't notice me. Then, when it had made its way to the farthest point of the room from both me and the door, I turned off the tv and the light and fled.