So, I understand that letting such a little critter upset my whole day is ridiculous. But understanding that doesn't keep me from screaming and stomping away in anger to find that the bugs have, yet again, infested my ONE mode of transportation out of this suffocating basement apartment. We only have one car, so my stroller is all I have to get around. All I have!! And no matter where I park the stroller, bugs will still weasel their way into it. And even though I know the bugs don't ruin my morning on purpose, I can't help but HATE them & their 6 to 8 little legs for bringing me close to tears every morning we get stuck inside until I have enough guts to haul up the vacuum & suck their little lives away.
If any of the above pictures gave you the heeby-gebees, then you are probably related to me or a very dear, dear friend.
P.S. Tell me the truth: does vacuuming them up really kill them, or are they just hanging out in my vacuum & worming their way out while I sleep???
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Cianna and I don't like bugs any better and Pennsylvania has given us some new ones to fear: billion-leggers (which love to live in our house) and cicadas (which look extremely creepy and alien). My billion-legger weapon of choice: a well-spaced tisse and Tilman's baseball bat (until he found out what I was using it for and hid it from me). Nowadays, we just ask Tilman to kill all the bugs, since he's mostly working from home in the summer, and Cianna has given him the title "Daddy the bug-hunter."
Hey girl, I hate hate hate them too. Reading this entry made me laugh though. It took me back to this memory if when you and your mom and little knats in your pantry, and your method for those was simply whacking the pantry with a broom. With feeling, I might add! The vacuuming method is better. I hope they don't crawl out, what a horrible thought!
I'm with ya Stace! I HATE bugs. I told Caleb there better not be bugs in heaven cuz that would just ruin it for me ;-)
Give me a million bugs any day...but one small mouse will leave me in hysterical sobs/fearful giggles. So I can kind of relate. But I'll kill all the bugs for you when I'm over. Stop vacuuming them up, though. That's not helping. Steal the upstairs lady's shoe and use the good, old-fashioned method.
HAHAHA this is what I mean, you're such a good blog writer. oh and if it helps i was walking around tonight and a cat jumped out at me from a bush. I spazzed just as several guys walked out of the building. apparently the bud luck was instantaneous. Promise me you will never get a cat.
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