With the exception of hairy spiders, I've never really been afraid of bugs/little things that crawl or fly. That is, I've never really been afraid of bugs/little things that crawl or fly up until two years ago.
Two years ago I discovered a bug that makes me want to vomit every time I see one. And unfortunatly, I see one at least every other day during the months of May-October. This morning I had my first encounter of the year.
I live in an apartment that is quite nice by married housing standards in the college town I live in. When I first got married and snagged this apartment, I was so excited and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to get such a nice apartment for such a great deal. And then a few days after I moved in, I realized that I really was not so lucky because there are Satan bugs (AKA house centipedes) that call my beautiful apartment their home.
I wouldn't mind so much if the Satan bugs wanted to crawl across the floor every once in a while, but crawling across the floor isn't good enough for them. They have to crawl around my dishwasher and do who-knows-what all over my newly cleaned dishes and they have to crawl all around my towels in the bathroom and hide in the folds until I get out of the shower and discover them crawling up my arm. Being a slow, little Satan bug isn't good enough for them either. Instead, they have to be two inches long and super fast. They're disgusting and even my manly husband who isn't afraid of anything freaks out when he sees one.
I believe that every person who lives in or gets near my apartment should be armed with a durable flyswatter or a water gun filled with poison.
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