You owe me for that. I clicked on that stupid link. It went something like this:
Me: Wow, this is a huge picture. Looks like a banana, though. Let me scroll down. Weird, it’s still a banana. Let me scroll to the right. Oh, whatever; it’s just a banana. Some kind of joke I don’t get. I’ll just scroll up thenOHMYGOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
In the spring we get lots of these in our lawn. They’re called mole crickets around here and make anthill looking mounds of dirt with their little claws. Similar to potato bugs, it appears, except with claws.
Silverfish don’t bother me. We have a spider problem right now. And they’re hiding from the cats. I can’t stand even dead bugs. shudders I’m a wuss, I know I’m a wuss, I don’t care.
Haven’t seen it today. Did find a spider hanging in my room. I tried to take him out in the hallway but he jumped away. Ah well. Got no problem with spiders. And I’ll say now that I’m not 100% sure it was a silverfish, but we have had them before (we’re right on the river) so I assumed it was one of the horrible things.
And yeah, horseshoe crabs freak me out too. I remember once at the beach as a little Rhombus, I was sitting in the water pretty happily, looking for those tiny burrowing crabs. Anyway, the waves start getting higher, so I turn around to see if they’re gonna be higher than me. Inside the wave was a horseshoe crab, legs waving. Coming at me. At my face. I ran ON the water, I moved so fast. Gaaah.
And yet I have no issue with the Alien movies. Go figure.
I thought that the giant palmetto bugs and house millipedes down here sucked. Until I found about a 4" scorpion strolling through my living room the other night.
Hooray for living in a tropical climate! We love it! :eek:
Personally, I would get the brand called “DIE, YOU LITTLE FUCKERS, DIE!”.
If there’s not one called that, there should be.
Our problem this year, and every year, right around this time - ants. We get big, giant ants. So do my in-laws, so I don’t feel it’s just me being a shitty housekeeper. (I do vacuum stuff up a lot more when it starts to warm up).
I’ve actually gotten better about them - I kill them now. Before, I used to scream for my husband (yes, I was a wimp). Last night, I stepped on something wet in the kitchen, assumed it was water from putting the dishes away, and realized it was a giant ANT that I just apparently just popped like a zit. :smack: :eek: Disgusting. And the little fucker kept running. I got him, though.
I will not kill spiders, though. I leave those for my husband, or I throw shoes at them. Most of the time, I at least smoosh 'em.
My cat spied the first millipede I’ve ever seen in the house last night. I shooed the cat off, wrangled the millipede onto something flat, and took it outside to do whatever it is they’re supposed to do.
I did get a kick out of watching all of those tiny legs moving in such a hypnotic fashion. Rather relaxing, except that I was holding a millipede.
OK, I know house centipedes are teeth-clenchingly gross…but you guys do understand that they are insectivores, right? They eat the spiders, ants, silverfish, bedbugs, and cockroaches that otherwise plague you.
You’d be trading a lot more than two for one to get rid of them.
That being said…if I see them, and can get past the convulsive shuddering…I usually chase them to squash 'em…and they usually get away.
It’s funny, I get silverfish from time to time in my apartment. Always crawling up or down the same wall.
I have a fairly decent phobia of insects, but for some reason silverfish don’t bug me that much. I think I admire how much better they are at evading me when I try to grab them with a wad of tissue than your standard stupid insect.
Oh, gross. I can imagine that trying to burrow inside my leg.
What about camel crickets? That’s not a very good picture – the ones I’ve seen have bodies about the size of half-dollars and look like spiders with too many legs. Brutally ugly. Allegedly harmless, but since they are big and crunchy and can jump waist-high and send me leaping onto my kitchen counter in terror, I’d like them to be eradicated from the globe post haste.