Nothing creeps me out. Dead people. Bleeding people. Amputations, colostomies, bed sores. Snakes, spiders, rats nor mice. Vomit, other effluvia. Zombies, mummies, corpses. Saw 4, Hostel. None of them creep me. Nothing creeps me. Until this AM. In the shower I was joined by this little fellow, who for some reason just gives me the shivers. I've never liked these things but for some reason this morning it really gave me the willies. Ehhhhwwwww. Image Unavailable, Please Login
They make good pets and squish easily as well. I think they are called silver fish and reside in damp places.
Taiwan or China during rain season might not be for you. I was sitting on the steps of my dorm during a hot and witheringly sultry night rain; humidity so great that concrete was the bedding of choice because my bunk was a damp sponge. So there I sat, night past midpoint, rain falling harder than in a shower, so humid that perspiration is something you read about in novels, and I was trying to light a damp cigarette. Some minutes past, soul sinking, lethe-wards and wilting further by the minute under the heat and jungle steam, I heard a tiny voice shouting, "Pull up! Pull up! Terrain! Pull up! Terrain! Terrain! Other little voices squeaked in the night, "Wind shear, wind shear, wind shear! At this point, I heard the sound of what seemed to be small propellers flattening their pitch and small piston engines racing in panic and staccato rushed of full throttle then coughing, sputtering and the high whine of blades being spun faster than they were designed to, then a resonant compressive chuff of air as the craft hit the ground and exploded. I lit a few more moist air dampened matches, hoping to find one that would give my smoke a nice glowing red cherry. Half a book later, I found one and it sizzled to life with a bright and welcome fury. I drew deeply on the cigarette as it crackled to life. A puddle of a rain drop hit the match with a sharp sizzle as I flicked it onto the sidewalk. I looked over at my Chinese friend, pulled in a few more puffs from my damp cigarette, and said, "Dude, you've got some seriously huge insects here."
I hate those things. Insanely fast and sometimes takes a few shots to kill. Plus just looks like something that came straight out of hell. Give me a spider any day, at least they usually stay in a web that can be knocked down. I also hate these things: Image Unavailable, Please Login
Bugs are fun! Go and get a paper cup and piece of cardboard and gently place cup over him and slide cardboard under cup as not to break his legs and carry him outside and gently place him in your neighbors pants.
I dont know if this was intentional but none the less hilarious either way. Although, id rather not hear a sentence with "gently" and "neighbors pants" together.
Those are the four words that make this thread great No but I agree with you in general, I hate bugs...
I've already told the story here but one night when I lived in rural Oahu I woke up with one of these crawling slowly down my arm and belly. Image Unavailable, Please Login
I saw one of those in my apartment the first night i was here. I felt bad killing it. I usually try to catch them and set them free. I feel bad when i kill bugs that do nothing to you. They were here first
