Ozzie,
As if I don't have enough problems, these bugs may push me over the edge. I swear some nights it's like "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom" down here! There are these flying beetle things down here (little and kinda cute, whatever they are) that fall through the ceiling tiles (some are solid but a few have all these little open squares in them) and hit the floor with a smack and then go running off. This is the first year I've seen these critters.
Dex,
"Wild Kingdom?" I'm trying to find a show you didn't watch!
Tomi,
See, I sometimes struggle with the killing of spiders, and I often let the little ones roam free and always pick up bugs and put them outside. HOWEVER.......................I would never sleep again knowing that these types of massive spiders were in my house. Death it was. That is, after I regained the ability to move after seeing them and being paralyzed with fear. I'm telling you, these were some sort of mutant New Jersey farm spiders! Two of the were black and fat and looked and felt rubbery (under the can of dog food I squashed them with.) After I picked up the can, no lie, they PUFFED BACK UP!!! Just sprang back up! Must have been dead, but whatever they were made out of was nothing like I had seen before. I did have a massive one in an apartment on the beach I lived in while I was at college, that was either some weird beach dune living spider or it came off a new floor plant I had gotten and rode around in the car with me for a total of around 2 hours. That night I saw it on the floor near the plant. It had a roundish body that was brown with black stripes! Stripes! What is it about spiders? All the legs? I know that if someone I knew had a tarantula or something I could hold it, just like a pet snake. But even with snakes, I couldn't sleep in the same house, even if it was locked in a cage at night. Just don't want to wake up with it in bed with me, no matter how little it is.Those things will never be sleeping in my house.
<font color=purple> The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated--Gandhi
Sometimes I lie awake at night in bed and I ask, "Is it all worth it?" And then a voice says, "Who are you talking to?" And another voice says, "You mean, ' To whom are you talking?'" And I say, "No wonder I lie awake at night."--Charlie Brown </font color=purple>
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The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated--Gandhi
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