I pit Spectre of Pithecanthropus' wife

What is it with people? The moment they see anything different they freak out (I’m looking at you Donald Trump but also at Spectre of Pithecanthropus’ wife).

I don’t think bugs feel pain, the bug in question did not give a fuck, could not give a fuck. But what is the mentality of anyone when faced by the unusual their instinct is to destroy it. Really, that casual unthinking destruction sickens me, and Spectre of Pithecanthropus’ own glib recounting of the story “My wife found it alive and killed it with roach spray” that sickens me too.

Where the fuck are the adjectives?

“My dumb wife found it alive and killed it with roach spray”
“My dumb and fearful wife found it alive and killed it with roach spray”
“My dumb and fearful and instinctually nasty wife found it alive and killed it with roach spray”

Anyway, fuck you Spectre of Pithecanthropus’ wife, and fuck you Spectre of Pithecanthropus for marrying and possibly procreating with her.

Let’s hope fear of the different isn’t genetically inherited, eh?

It might be naff to be first (slash only) reply to my own thread but I want to add: I am an entrenched and bitter atheist, I struggle to understand how the notion of free-will can be sqaured with what is known about the universe, and, I eat my steak bloody.

But even I flinch at the thought of such casual regard of God’s only creation.

Twat.

It’s a goddamn insect. I couldn’t care less. Kill all the bugs you want.

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We have gone from fighting bedbugs, to sewer moths, to roaches, back to sewer moths, to roaches again, after applying traps, boric acid, baits, roach-bombing, taping up breaches in the wall left by the maintenance crew whenever they install anything in the kitchen. This has gone on for months and months and goes way beyond anything either of us has previously experienced, even myself when I was living in the typically messy premises of a single male.

We are spending our time, money, and sanity trying to get rid of the vermin, but nothing is working.

We have zero tolerance for insects around here.

So bite our asses, OP.

Fucking diddums. I’ve lived in shitholes too, you don’t have to catch irrational fear and kneejerk behaviour.

Maybe if you used a bar of soap, you wouldn’t smell like you live in a shithole.

We have a deal with bugs at our house. “You can live if you stay outside.”

LOL!

I mean WHAT? Is that what passes for humour around here? Teehee, The Great Unwashed has a name with a double-meaning, teehee, let’s make a joke about it, I bet noone’s ever thought about it before…

Sure, you’re clearly another hysterical small-minded fuckwit --there’s a long line of them I know.

But knock yourself out with your half-wittery – it must be horrible to live in such a tiny place.

That one female praying mantis was God’s only creation?

But slightly less horrible than it would be if it were filled with bugs.

Look, I really actually like bugs. I generally practice live and let live (except for mosquitoes, flies, ants, and roaches). If I found a mantis in the house I would flick it outside rather than kill it.

But Pitting someone over killing a single bug? You got to be kidding. Talk about small-minded fuckwittery. Get a fucking grip. Trying to claim the moral high ground on such an incredibly trivial issue is pathetic.

I have criticized this “It’s scary! Kill it! Kill it!” freak-out mentality of some high-strung people for a long time.

It’s not that much different from people who wanted wolves and sharks killed, in the olden days, because they were scary. Thankfully that attitude has mostly passed.

The true irony is when (some) animal-rights activists are horrified if someone harms a puppy or kitten, yet themselves squeal, “Kill the spider! BURN THAT SPIDER WITH FIRE.” Hello? Spiders and insects are part of Kingdom Animalia, just like koala bears and pandas.

One dead bug is a tragedy, a million is a statistic.

Only 999,999 dead bugs to redemption!

I lolled, really.

Look, why don’t *you *get a grip?

I find it distasteful that someone would be so casually destructive.

Maybe I see a smooth curve between such simple callous disregard to the really egregious. I’m not arguing slippery-slope, I’m complaining “what more of the same, everywhere, at all times?!”

Ignorant small-minded people who rather than taking a minute to identify the unusual will stamp on it. It’s not Orwell’s jackboots, but it is their distant cousin.

I expressed my contempt here because to do so in the thread would have been sanctionable.

But in the future, dear inconsequential insect, I’ll run by you all the things that might piss me off before I express them, just to check if it passes muster with you and your pointless little view of what is important.

You accuse me of taking the moral high-ground while telling me what is worthwhile and what is not.
You’re a fucking idiot who should learn to read.

Did I mention it was about two inches long?

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I’d unleash it on the other vermin. In a week they’d all be dead. Mantises are incredibly awesome predators.

“Unusual” is a pornographic ice sculpture. “Unusual” is pickle-flavoured potato chips. Bugs are icky.

Yeah, well, it isn’t you that has to tell the kids, “Sorry, mama’s not coming home tonight”.