I know, not a cosmic grudge. Nothing amazing or worth mentioning to most people. I just hate them so much so so so much that you cannot believe it. How they scurry. How they look so unnatural and hide so well and keep wiggling even after I step on them. I know they won’t hurt me. I know that. But there’s one in the apartment right now ( I was too slow!) and it was huge and it’s in here and now I can’t sleep. It will crawl on me, in my bed. Any itch I feel, any blip of movement is a possibility. It might hide in my clothes. It might drop on me. It was the size of my pinky. If silverfish were people, I’d be in jail, I hate them so much. It’s gonna be a long night.
Again, not a monumental topic. I just needed to get it off my chest. Thank you.
[QUOTE=Richard Parker]
Meh. I’d trade my house centipedes for silverfish on a 2 to 1 basis.
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Yeah. I had those once. I would have traded 2 for 1 and slept with them in my bed to get rid of those fuckers.
I had a girlfriend once who was so deathly afraid of cockroaches that she called me one night and wanted me to drive aaaaaaaall the way across town in the middle of the night to deal with one of those big “palmetto bug” fuckers which had lighted on her headboard and threatened to suck out her soul as she slept.
Serious aside, if you have boxes of books the silverfish get into, you’ll really hate them. So what can you put in said boxes to prevent silverfish AND mildew?
[QUOTE=Kyla]
House centipedes are the worst things in the world.
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No, the very worst thing in the world is whatever woke me up one night BECAUSE IT WAS SCRATCHING AT THE INSIDE OF MY EAR!1!1!
I jumped out of bed, screaming at my husband to wake up and get some tweezers and alcohol. I was shaking my head and hitting the other side of it, trying to get that nasty creepy crawly out of my ear. Fortunately, it fell out, and my husband promptly squished it. I felt that it had died much too easily. Anyway, I swabbed my ear out with alcohol, and tried (and failed) to get back to sleep. Ick ick ick.
[QUOTE=Lynn Bodoni]
No, the very worst thing in the world is whatever woke me up one night BECAUSE IT WAS SCRATCHING AT THE INSIDE OF MY EAR!1!1!
I jumped out of bed, screaming at my husband to wake up and get some tweezers and alcohol. I was shaking my head and hitting the other side of it, trying to get that nasty creepy crawly out of my ear. Fortunately, it fell out, and my husband promptly squished it. I felt that it had died much too easily. Anyway, I swabbed my ear out with alcohol, and tried (and failed) to get back to sleep. Ick ick ick.
[/QUOTE] Ever watch Night Gallery?
[QUOTE=Lynn Bodoni]
Nope, I don’t watch horror. My imagination is quite vivid enough, thank you very much.
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Good, cause there’s a nasty, nasty episode called “The Earwig.” You don’t wanna see that one. Nope, nope, nope. :eek:
[QUOTE=Ogre] Ever watch Night Gallery?
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Ah, yes. Lawrence Harvey. And an earwig (a pregnant one, too). And murder most foul gone horribly awry.
I like silverfish. They’re cool - you can send them all to me.
A really big one ran across my desk at work the other day - I think there might be a whole family of them living under the monitor stand or the printer.
[QUOTE=Queen Bruin]
I see your silverfish and centipedes and raise you a Potatobug…
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I once got one of those in my hair. I was sitting against a fence, reading a book, when I felt something in my hair. Not expecting to find anything more offensive than a leaf, I reached up to flick it out.
Ever watch Night Gallery?
