Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Insects, bugs, beasties, creepy crawlies...

I have satan's own spawn living in my home.  This devil cricket buzzed by my ear earlier and I swear it sounded like a B-52 bomber.  I shrieked, jumped then ran to get my camera.  These little devils are somehow finding their way in.  We threw a total of 3 (YES 3) out of the house today.

On the up side, I do have a praying mantis living in my home as well.  I googled them and found that they are actually bug killers.  It's kinda weird to keep a bug around just for the purpose of killing another bug.  In this case though, the ends justifies the means.  I can live (somewhat) with a praying mantis.  I can't live with demon crickets.

I looked up crickets by the way and they are not all Jiminy Crickets.  Mostly they are heard but not seen.  When I do see them they are these unassuming little brown bugs.  I am not "okay" with them, but I will not have a total mental break down at the sight of them either.  This little Beelzebub on the other hand is huge, black and shiny.  Reminiscent of a cockroach.

I don't want you to think I live in a bug infested hell hole.  It is a plight of living here.  It just is what it is I suppose.

Bleh... I hate bugs.

Edit: I just read this post to John and he says that by listening to my post, it most definitely sounds as though we live in a hell hole.  It almost made him want to pack his bags.  He then regained his senses, looked around, and realized that we indeed (INDEED) do not live in a hell hole.  I ask that Miss Plume testify to this fact.  As a matter of truth, this house is brand spankin new!





6 comments:

mme. bookling said...

freaking annoying! isnt it a brand new house?

heather said...

I cannot believe that you and John would rather play with bugs then come over and visit.

Melissa said...

HA!

Did John call you? He was surely meant to.

Melissa said...

Oh, and Heather can attest to the fact that I have a clean, new home. It is not a bug riddin hell hole.

Sean said...

Sick the FBI agent on the rascals. Give him a quarter for every one he shows to the door. "$.30 if you can bring me a cold dead corpse."

lindsay said...

oh bugs... i echo your sentiments towards them. a few weeks ago we had some roach encounters that forced me into wearing shoes around the house so as to not run into one in my bare feet!