…while you are sitting at your computer, how do you know if said small an furry thing is a mole, vole, or mouse? The light isn’t that good in here, and I’m not sure if moles or voles are attracted to the things normally put into mouse traps.
I would just rather small furry things NOT run over my toe, thank you very much.
When my brother was younger, he had a mouse run up his leg, followed very quickly by a milk snake. Never seen my mother react like that again. Jim just laughed.
Definitely not something that bears thinking about for very long… I hate insects, so I would NEVER want one to run over my toes while sitting at the computer!
I came out of the shower the other day and there looking calmly at me from its post on the wall was the BIGGEST DAMNED COCKROACH IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. I just about did a backflip.
In case anyone is curious: if you can’t find roach spray while running naked and dripping and hollering around your apartment, that spray bottle of straight bleach you keep around for “tough cleaning jobs” works nearly as well. Yes, I suppose it was cruel and unusual to the roach, but one of us had to go. Besides, we’re not going to run out of roaches any time soon.
We had to kill a mouse not too long after we got the new (well, new to us anyway…) house. Spiders? Check. Those don’t really bother me because mice are harmless and I actually want a pet spider. You know what really bugs the hell out of me? Those damned ladybugs! There are a million of them in my house!!! But they aren’t normal ladybugs; they’re those orange ones, and most of them don’t even have spots. What’s up with that, anyway?
And I had to kill a wasp yesterday. Sure, it was so cold it was retarded and the killing didn’t take long, but WTF is up with WASPS in March? I didn’t pick it up after I killed it though because I wanted proof for my boyfriend that there actually was a wasp in the house. When he got home and picked it up, it twitched and scared the hell out of both of us (I’m allergic and he’s a girl), so that was cool…
Those little orange ladybugs are the devil ladybugs. They bite.
Last September, I was outside for marching band practice and one of those little suckers decided to have a good long rest on my leg. I didn’t really have time to flick the thing off because we were getting ready to play and thought I’d just leave it. In the grand scheme of bugs, it’s little. Plus, it’s a ladybug. They’re cute and don’t hurt.
Right. Just as I started to move, the darned thing chomped down painfully on my flesh. Forget playing, I flicked the evil creature off my leg. There was a red spot on my leg for days after that. So, kill them all! They’re IMPOSTER LADYBUGS.
“Hundreds of tiny feet and antennae”. he shudders
Usually, urban mice, or even rats, don’t bother me a great deal. I’ve seen them before–and they generally don’t creep me out.
But I lived in a region that’s had stories of Hantavirus infections break out once in awhile. So when my friend told me that he had a house mouse, I was a little leery while visiting.
That mouse creeped me out. I never got a good look at it. Whenever it wasn’t hiding in a corner somewhere, it would just blaze across the room, or one of the walls, at speeds nearing the sound barrier.
Roaches I think are kind of cute in their own little way. Creepy when they sneak up on you like they did to poor jackelope, but otherwise unfrightening.
My big weakness is spiders. Vile things, they are!
:eek: Holy crap!! Did it itch? Those bastards crawl on my when I sleep, I know they do, and I have a few little red spots that kind of itch. Except if I try to scratch them, they burn. I didn’t know where they came from…
When people first started to notice them around here, they were all like, “Man, what’s up with the freaked out ladybugs?” because they are obviously not normal. I told everyone I know (my mom, the dude that bags my groceries, people at work… EVERYONE) that they’re “African Water Beetles”. Spreading ignorance and blahblahblah, but it’s amazing what some people believe.
Far from shivering, my first thought upon reading the post was the possibility of somehow catching it and keeping it as a pet. I love small, furry things - even the mice with the beady red eyes. I think it’s because I never got that hampster as child…