June 21, 2006
My skin is crawling with imaginary bugs. A few days ago I killed the mother of all ants, quite literally. I sprayed the hell out of a huge anthill and apparently that was enough to drive the queen out in the open. Let me tell you folks, regular ants? Bah, no problem, I'll squish them with my bare feet. This queen ant? I was afraid she would put me in a six-armed headlock.
Plus, the joy of earwigs. We found four, good sized earwigs hanging out in a doll stroller that Becca left on the front porch. We think it needs to be burned. It's tainted with this:
We occasionally find them in the house. The site I found the picture on said they range in size from 1/4" to 1". I wish they were only 1/4". Most of these were in the 3/4"-1" range. Ick.
I decided to step outside to play around with some long-exposure photography. I was out there about thirty seconds before I remembered the earwigs from earlier. I beat a hasty retreat into the house before I could feel them crawling (real or imagined) on my bare feet.
Now I have a ginormous housefly buzzing around and landing on my skin and my head. Ick ick ick.
NO MORE BUGS!
Plus, the joy of earwigs. We found four, good sized earwigs hanging out in a doll stroller that Becca left on the front porch. We think it needs to be burned. It's tainted with this:
We occasionally find them in the house. The site I found the picture on said they range in size from 1/4" to 1". I wish they were only 1/4". Most of these were in the 3/4"-1" range. Ick.
I decided to step outside to play around with some long-exposure photography. I was out there about thirty seconds before I remembered the earwigs from earlier. I beat a hasty retreat into the house before I could feel them crawling (real or imagined) on my bare feet.
Now I have a ginormous housefly buzzing around and landing on my skin and my head. Ick ick ick.
NO MORE BUGS!