shudder I hate those things. They make me think of leeches-they’re just so gross.
Semi-related stupidity thread.
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That’s OK, I’m sure they love your books and papers. 
You can have them!
I’m hoping the radiation from the monitor and the stray toxins from the printer will mutate them to the size of horses. When the revolution comes, I will rise and conquer, charging forth on my loyal, silvery steed.
Gah! Why did I click on this thread?! Here I thought that “silverfish” meant some Doper I just wasn’t aware of, but nooooooo. It’s gotta mean actual, literal silverfish! shudders uncontrollably Cockroaches, fine. Earwigs, fine. Tarantulas and centipedes, teh awesome. But silverfish are the most horrific critters known to man! Jeebus, I’m not going to be able to sleep for a week now.
rocks back and forth in corner sucking thumb and watching out for “them”
You see? Cower before my shiny charger, mortal!
My cats are enormous lazy bastards that you’d think would need a stick of dynamite to move them. Yet suddenly, during the evening, they will sit bolt upright, and run over to some part of the floor or a piece of furniture - where you can’t see anything - and when you go over to investigate they’ve squashed some spider or bug that you could hardly even see. They’re wonderful bug killers (and devastating to the camel crickets that we still get in the basement from time to time).
Silverfish are an order of magnitude less disgusting than cockroaches, but they’re still pretty annoying. You can’t get rid of them. I’ve had them in my house for 20 years, one or two per week, like clockwork, scurrying around my house late at night until I squash them and get bug gook on my walls. I hate them.
Next time, just hold a flashlight to the other ear, and it’ll follow the light out.
Mine try to launch themselves up the walls to get at bugs. They get a good long way up, too. The more athletic one, with a good running start, can make it maybe six feet up a wall before he falls down. If he does it in a doorway he can stick there for a bit, too.
I used to have a problem with silverfish - not very big, but very many. I got a couple of little boxes of poison and bait from the local pest controller. You put them where the silverfish are most likely to turn up, and during the night they flock to the boxes… and DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH. After a few weeks there were only one or two corpses to sweep up in the morning. Silverfish free ever since!
My cats sit and watch the bugs. We have centipedes, too.
I need new cats.
Geez, Lynn, I thought having one crawl up my leg inside my jeans was bad. I can’t even imagine one close to my head!!
I had a centipede sitting on my shoulder at work one day. I have no idea where it came from, but he was sitting there so nicely until I looked down and started to shriek and ran out of my office. Of course he fell off during the panic but I made my co-worker check me over just in case. I never did find him so I could kill him.
I haven’t seen a silverfish in a long, long time. I’m so very grateful for that.
One of the funniest bug incidents I’ve experienced ended up not really being a bug at all. One night in bed I accidentally brushed up against my husband’s back a little bit with my arm and he thought it was a spider. He sprung out of bed and, knowing that I’m deathly afraid of spiders, ordered, “You! Out of the bed. Now!” He searched the bed and then it dawned on me that I just may have been the “spider” he was looking for. Whoopsie.
What I don’t like is that the seem so primitive, like horseshoe crabs or something. They shared the earth with frickin’ trilobites, and give me a distinct vibe of a Thing That Should Not Be.
On the other hand, you have to admire their love of opera.
I just watched Peter Jackson’s King Kong yesterday, and saw the bugs in the canyon scene for the first time. I’m normally not bugaphobic, but that scene plus this thread are kind of giving me the heebie-jeebies today. Poor Andy Serkis.
The final revenge of the silverfish. Centipedes are the same way. As Ogden Nash wrote:
You always wallop where he’s not
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.
You don’t say–you can actually go in and ask for silverfish poison? Do you have any brand names to recommend?
Well put.
<Smites Uvula Donor upside the head with her Staff of Attitude Adjustment>
Understood. If I had one on my chest, I’d feel the same way.