I am not a fan of bugs but generally I can handle them without shrieking like a 5 year old. Unless they look like this:
Then I shriek like a 5 year old. (Note: Just doing a google image search for these bugs from the underworld made my stomach twist into knots.)
We had these bugs in the house I grew up in. I called them "leggy thingies". Uber-scientific naming, I know. These bugs range is size from an inch up to about 3 feet long. Ok, not really 3 feet but close enough. I hate these bugs. And with 7 million legs, they run faster than a cheetah.
Thankfully, they are also very easy to kill. All you have to do is blow on one and half their legs fall off. But they can still run on 3.5 million legs and the detached legs continue to move like possessed string puppets. Even the wild animals (dog and cat) leave them alone.
I love living in a townhome because my monthly dues go towards a regular exterminator. I have lived here for almost three years and have not seen a leggy thingy.
Until tonight. In the bathroom.
I have to move now.
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