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One thing that I've always found kinda ironic is that while I am REALLY creeped out by flying bugs (with the exception of butterflies and maybe some moths), anything that has wings seems to LOVE me. It's not so much that I'm scared of them, I just tend to freak out (most girls don't like spiders...)

of course, my room is like some sort of ladybug generator because no matter how many I kill in a given night, another just takes it's place.

the feeling of ladybugs...crawling on me... eek.
You see, the NORMAL reaction when you hear a bug buzzing or you see one flying in your general direction, is to swat it away.

I kind of matrix dodge/power backhand/olympic runner sprint away

But today, a ladybug landed on my neck, I didn't notice until I picked it off because it did itch...it was pretty gross if you ask me. This is the second time a ladybug has decided to land on me (the first time it landed on my finger, and I fung the poor thing across my beedroom)</font>