creepy crawlies
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miz_annelieseLet's get something straight... me and creepy-crawlies do NOT get along. Sure, I love going to the insect house at the zoo, mostly because I wind up with all-day chills after watching the hissing cockroaches. But outside? In the wild? Me and the multi-long-legged-jumping things? Nope. Forget it. That scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, where the heroine has to reach in her hand to the hole full of bugs to pull that little lever to save Indy? Not me, man. Sorry Indy, I hope squishing hurts less than I think it does, I'm outta here, meet you in hell after they rip my heart out.
Anyway.
I get home today and realize I didn't have my house keys on me. So I call my husband, asking where the spare set is in the garage. "Oh," he says, "those are still sitting on the kitchen counter. But there's another spare set I have tucked away." So he tells me where they are, and it involves steps, which reside in darkness (to the degree of "haven't seen the light since we moved in"), and our basement. So I check out the steps. And realize that they are covered in spiders (which I can deal with, I like spiders, since they KILL THE CREEPY CRAWLIES THAT I DON'T LIKE) and also covered in cave crickets. Oh. No. No, no no no. Me and cave crickets go back a long way, to when I had my first co-op out in bumfuck Indiana, at GE Plastics. I lived in a barn. It wasn't really a bad place, but there were cave crickets everywhere, and I had a hard time keeping them out of my living area. But. At least when I lived there, it was a living space, you know, lots of room, and I could shoo the crickets out. Here, I'm going down a narrow flight of stairs to the bottom, where, y'know, the crickets wind up as I scare them off the top steps. And, funny thing, when crickets get scared, they jump around. A lot. I was literally --><-- this close to turning right back around, calling my husband back, and saying "Nope! Can't get the keys! I'm going to one of your friends's house till you get home to let me back in!"
It was pretty pathetic. I whimpered my way down the stairs -- and yes, it took me a good 10 minutes to whimper my way down 5 stairs -- grabbed the keys, hightailed it back up, and shivered for another 10 minutes. In fact, I'm *still* getting chills.
I don't know what it is... there's lots of things that don't scare me, spiders, snakes, etc. But BUGS... BUGS get to me. Any bug that is large enough to toss in a frying pan and eat as an APPETIZER (and henceforth, cave crickets will be known as "appetizer-sized crickets") scares the bejeesus out of me. It's absolutely pointless and has no bearing in reality, but there it is.
*shudder*
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In other news, I actually ran a mile straight at the gym today. I'm a total weakling, but the fact that I did that makes me kinda proud of myself :)
Anyway.
I get home today and realize I didn't have my house keys on me. So I call my husband, asking where the spare set is in the garage. "Oh," he says, "those are still sitting on the kitchen counter. But there's another spare set I have tucked away." So he tells me where they are, and it involves steps, which reside in darkness (to the degree of "haven't seen the light since we moved in"), and our basement. So I check out the steps. And realize that they are covered in spiders (which I can deal with, I like spiders, since they KILL THE CREEPY CRAWLIES THAT I DON'T LIKE) and also covered in cave crickets. Oh. No. No, no no no. Me and cave crickets go back a long way, to when I had my first co-op out in bumfuck Indiana, at GE Plastics. I lived in a barn. It wasn't really a bad place, but there were cave crickets everywhere, and I had a hard time keeping them out of my living area. But. At least when I lived there, it was a living space, you know, lots of room, and I could shoo the crickets out. Here, I'm going down a narrow flight of stairs to the bottom, where, y'know, the crickets wind up as I scare them off the top steps. And, funny thing, when crickets get scared, they jump around. A lot. I was literally --><-- this close to turning right back around, calling my husband back, and saying "Nope! Can't get the keys! I'm going to one of your friends's house till you get home to let me back in!"
It was pretty pathetic. I whimpered my way down the stairs -- and yes, it took me a good 10 minutes to whimper my way down 5 stairs -- grabbed the keys, hightailed it back up, and shivered for another 10 minutes. In fact, I'm *still* getting chills.
I don't know what it is... there's lots of things that don't scare me, spiders, snakes, etc. But BUGS... BUGS get to me. Any bug that is large enough to toss in a frying pan and eat as an APPETIZER (and henceforth, cave crickets will be known as "appetizer-sized crickets") scares the bejeesus out of me. It's absolutely pointless and has no bearing in reality, but there it is.
*shudder*
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In other news, I actually ran a mile straight at the gym today. I'm a total weakling, but the fact that I did that makes me kinda proud of myself :)
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Date: 2004-08-03 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-03 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-03 05:53 pm (UTC)Those darn pesky childhood traumas
Date: 2004-08-03 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-03 07:58 pm (UTC)Creeper crawler
Did you ever see such a sight?
Creeper crawler
Creeper crawler
I wonder if he'll bite...
You're welcome. ;)
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Date: 2004-08-04 05:23 am (UTC)