Well, yeah, but I’d never seen an elephant outside of a zoo or circus, yet the first time I saw one walking down the road I had no trouble recognizing it.
I only know of their existence because of the Dope, and I hope to hell it stays that way and I never lay eyes on one in person, in my home.
… And it turns out sewer moths aren’t that bad once you know their more common name: drain fly.
Even so, you should have hit him with some roach spray just in case.
Sewer moths sound like something you’d find in Rob Zombie’s basement.
I feel like drain fly is not much better.
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“Does that mean she’s not going to bite your head off and eat you, Daddy?”
<sobs> “I MISS HER SO MUCH!”
“Awwww. Poor Daddy!”
Yes. I know it’s completely irrational but I have to run from the room and climb on top of something. They’re the only buggy thing that creep me out so thoroughly. When I was a kid one came out of the sink drain and Mom was on the phone and had to hang up, uttering the family classic “I’m going to have to call you back, there’s a centipede in my sink”.
Yeah, “sewer moth” is no big deal. I don’t spend much time in sewers. Drains, on the other hand, I have in multiple rooms in my house, and I don’t like the idea of bugs crawling out of them.
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But what if a sewer moth got out of the sewer. Their wingspans are 6 - 8 feet across, and they have a row of ventral pincers that drip poison.
I think you are thinking of the Tory Cabinet.
You were so angry about it that you had to make a Pit thread–you couldn’t just say how much that bugged you in the actual thread.
And you’re so upset, it didn’t even dawn on you that attacking someone’s family member is a horrible thing to do. You couldn’t even make your pit thread about the action. You had to attack someone’s wife.
Seeing as I don’t remember you being some horrible asshole, I think saying you are “outraged,” “blowing a gasket,” “freaking out,” etc. is perfectly apt.
You could have easily just posted in the thread in question “Wow. That reaction really bothers me. I hate it when people’s first instinct is to kill the unusual.” That would not be freaking out.
LOL.
No, I mean, this post literally made me laugh out loud. Well-played, JohnT.
I disagree.
Back before my long-distance gf dumped me to adopt her troubled niece’s baby instead of moving out here to be with me, I made an agreement with the centipedes in the basement. It was along the lines of, “Look, you guys are truly magnificent bugs, and I hardly ever even see you, even down in the unfinished basement with its fiberboard floors and cement walls and so on. However, my gf is absolutely terrified of spiders, and you guys are like spiders on steroids with your 40 legs and googly, crawly aspect. So! I am telling you in person,” (I sort of express what little insanity I am afflicted with by speaking out loud to the centipedes when I see them), “if I catch you upstairs, outside of the basement, I will have no choice but to squish you. If you stay in the basement, I will do my best to defend you. I hope you understand. This is my house after all.”
I see basement centipedes as kind of pets. I have never seen more than two at one time down there (and I don’t see them even down there but once every 30-45 days, they hide), and as barking mad as it may seem to speak to bugs, there has been only one time (post adoption fwiw) that I have spotted these guys upstairs- they were baby centipedes, but you gotta teach your children well, and they got squished.
Point is: not the scariest thing ever, I kind of like them, but even sans best gf ever, they better not come upstairs.
Okay, but are you talking about centipedes, which I think are just super cool, or house centipedes, which are an unholy terror?
The first time I saw one of those things, it was in my bathroom, and at first, I did not believe it was real. I had never seen anything like it before, it didn’t fit with any known sort of bug I had ever seen. So I was like, ‘Okay, it’s an alien, and clearly it hates me.’
(Either way, I still won’t squish them.)
Both of these things are absolute nightmares. I wouldn’t kill them, but only because I would have run far, far away instead.
I have that thing where you freak out about holes, only with legs. Eight is my limit.
Will you all kindly fuck off to MPSIMS or at least say something mean about someone else.
We’re not exactly being kind to centipedes, you know.
Yeah, centipedes are morons, it’s true.
Well, I don’t like your tie.*
*famously said by a very young, cheeky George Harrison during The Beatles tryouts at Parlophone, to George Martin, who didn’t see much in them musically at the time, but with cracks like that, liked their spirit.