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eeeeEEEEEEAAAAAARRRGHHH!
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Biter.
Quit bitin’ my style.
Biter.
People aren’t afraid of what they’re familiar with.
I have a delightful book entitled Coping with America, a British book that somehow mislaid itself in a used book shop on this side of the pond. Reading it is like eavesdropping on a couple of Brits complainingh about the US, with dry wit. It characterizes the US as " a land crawling with poisonous creatures, and that’s always either too hot or too cold."
I knew them as AAAAGHAAAAGHAAAAGHthey’reonmeohGodgethemoff!!!
That probably doesn’t help.
I nominate this insect as the least scary insect I’ve ever seen, despite it being humungous.
What? It has six legs. I was told anything with six legs is an insect.
From the perspective of a Briton, that’s actually quite true. Britain is about as mellow and safe a place to live as there is on the face of the earth. There is only one poisonous snake, the adder, which isn’t even usually fatal and is very shy, and essentially no other dangerous animals at all. To be honest, there isn’t a great diversity of animals in Britain of any sort.
The weather is dull and boring; it never gets really cold and doesn’t snow much in the winter, and in summer it never gets very hot. A hot summer day in London would be maybe 73F, which by the standards of North American summers would have even folks in Quebec City bitching about it being a cool day. To a British colonist, North American weather would have been absolutely terrifying; bone-cracking, Siberian winters followed by murderously hot summers. It would have bene especially fun to live on the Atlantic cost, suffer though a few seasons that made you think God hated you, and then have a nice big hurricane roar up the coast, a weather phenomenon no European would have ever seen before in their lives unless they were an explorer.
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How the hell do you eat something that’s trying to crawl up your face?
By not allowing it to. You also don’t allow it to get a really good grip on your tongue.
I hate being face to face with bugs, but pictures of them are just fine. Odd. I’m glad I live in Freeze-My-Ass Montana right now. (Tomorrow is a heatwave: 27 F and a low of 0 F in town. Maybe warmer by me. Still going to have 20 mph winds, though.)
Quickly.
Me too.
The place I was living in before had some serious cockroach problems, not the apartment itself, but the building. The fucking things where everywhere at any time of the day. You know when you see a roach strolling by in broad daylight that things are bad.
Anyway, at some point there was at least one big cockroach per day getting inside the room. A few nights I woke up feeling something crawling over my face… I really hate that.
Bugs up my pants also rank high, a simple cricket crawling up my leg and I was dancing like bloody Riverdance all around the room.
On the topic of close encounters of the eekiest type; I was about twelve, coming back home I noticed some wires hanging from the underside of the intercom panel. Me, being the kind of lad that fixes things even when they are not my problem I tried to push them up inside the panel.
Funny, this wires are hairy…
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HOLY MOTHER OF SHIT!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
I am NOT clicking on anymore links in this thread!
::: passes out::: THUNK!
(and people wonder why I call winter my favorite season - no creepy crawlies!)
Well to be fair after that story about your spider bite I don’t blame you in the least for being a tad sensitive!
Yep. When I lived in VA, we had flying cockroaches, too. About as big as a man’s thumb. They lived in the trees and would try to come into the house when it started to get cold. I’d open the door and THWAP! one would land at my feet and try to scurry in. They make a disgustingly satisfying crunch when you step on 'em.
Well, it is Japan. The bees are clearly using the metric system, so I think you’ll find it’s a difference of exactly 1º C.
This trick worked well when fighting Godzilla, except then the temperature difference was exactly 10º C.
With BBQ sauce.
That dude getting the Bot fly pulled out of his back was a trooper. I’d freak the fuck out.