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I was talking with friends a few weeks ago, when the conversation turned to insects and bugs (and arachnids, but this is quite unscientific.) They'd lived in Australia, and so had some pretty impressive stories to tell--giant bugs the likes of which are unimaginable by us in the north (the cold weather's good for something, at any rate) and poisonous things that don't exist here. They told me that they had become quite paranoid, checking the toilet bowl before using it, because insects would frequently be there, a habit that they still retained. I started to do the same, checking around, especially in the basement, where there are things that run around. :(
For awhile I thought I was simply being paranoid--that is, until today when I saw a millipede slink across the tiled floor. I couldn't squish it in time, and now it's making me antsy, knowing that it's somewhere.
Incidentally, I kind of envy the millipede's speed. Those legs make the walking pattern of the bug really smooth, and it seems lithe and agile. No less 'ew', though.
For awhile I thought I was simply being paranoid--that is, until today when I saw a millipede slink across the tiled floor. I couldn't squish it in time, and now it's making me antsy, knowing that it's somewhere.
Incidentally, I kind of envy the millipede's speed. Those legs make the walking pattern of the bug really smooth, and it seems lithe and agile. No less 'ew', though.