I admit it, I have a phobia of bugs. Insects, spiders, whatever. Anything small with more than two legs that crawls, creeps, flies or stings. I have an irrational panic and disgust response when I see (or worse, feel) them.
Yesterday I saw the biggest ant ever. In my condo. On my wall. Just crawling around like he owned the place. I’ve never seen a local ant this big. I ran to get a length of TP to pick him up with, but by the time I got back he was gone. Hiding. Waiting. Plotting.
I was uneasy, but after about five minutes of looking I couldn’t find him. Oh shit.
shiver of disgust
Just now, today, I’m typing happily on compy. I feel a “tickle” on my wrist.
Except, “oh shit, that tickle is moving”
I look down to see an ant, probably two inches long (I exaggerate because that’s what it feels and looks like to the panicked brain) crawling along my wrist and arm.
Ah! AAAAAAHHHHH! FUCK YOU, ANT!
Got him finally. After an entirely masculine (I hope (wish?)) scream, a frantic brushing off of said arm, a run to the bathroom to grab TP, and a frenzied hunt that ended with Mr. Ant crushed and flushed.
But what if there are more?
shudder
God, I really just don’t get along with bugs.