I hate you, silverfish.

The BBQ Pit
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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.

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As Love Rhombus awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself in his own bed changed into a monstrous silverfish . . .

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For the love of God, Montressor! :eek: Don’t even joke about that!

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It isn’t a joke. Just wait till morning…you’ll see.

BWAHAHAHAHA

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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.

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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.

I did it, too. God, she was hot. :smiley:

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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?

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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.

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:smiley: Ever watch Night Gallery?

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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:

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Ah, yes. Lawrence Harvey. And an earwig (a pregnant one, too). And murder most foul gone horribly awry.

Good stuff!

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I see your silverfish and centipedes and raise you a Potatobug, aka the Jerusalem Cricket, aka niño de la tierra.

Sweet dreams.

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I hate those little fuckers.

Get a cat.

I have no bugs or rodents. A freaky movement from anything and at least three of my cats are on it within seconds.

Cats are also nocturnal by nature so all night time intruders are slain while I slumber in peace.

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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.

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I don’t get it. The silverfish I know (Dutch bathroom floors) are no longer then the nail of my pinky is wide. What species do you people have?

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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.

I think they heard my screams in the next town.

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Where I come from, we call that a banana.