BUGS OH GOD
I stupidly left my screenless window open today while I was out of my room, and now there are a billion and one bugs in my room. Which, except for the mosquitoes, would normally be fine. I'm not a squeamish girl; I work in a lab where my entire job is breeding caterpillars and mounting wasp specimens. I was probably the asshole who sent you links to goatse and tubgirl.
But just TRY, and I fucking DARE YOU TO TRY, to not be intimidated by this monster of a bug I found on my windowsill.
In fact, he's still on my windowsill. Looking at me.He's a house centipede, and with those legs, he's about the size of my middle finger. And, as a centipede, he's an insectivore. Which means he's venomous. Great.
I've named him Hurley. I figured he might as well stick around, as maybe he'll help me get rid of the other 329840328 uninvited guests that let themselves into my room tonight. But, christ, I hope I don't wake up in the middle of the night with him on my face.
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We had one in our sink for a while. I was washing dishes and thought it was a plant, so splashed it, and it STARTED MOVING and I freaked out. It couldn't escape the sheer steel walls of our sink though, so it just lurked there, hiding under dishes that I refused to touch. One by one us girls stopped using that sink. I think the guy in our group eventually took care of it.
Ah...stereotypical gender roles in action!
While wikipedia tells me that having one can be a good thing because they eat bugs, I do not care. I had better not see one again. There are too many freaky bugs in this house already.
I like that bug its pretty sweet lookin and know I am not afraid of
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