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Have I mentioned I hate earwigs? Because, I do. Really hate earwigs. And here in SoCal, they are EVERYWHERE there is moisture. So, what with all the rains we had for a loooong while not to long ago, the earwigs around here were in heaven. And apparently, an earwig that thinks it's in heaven mates. A lot. Because there are earwigs for frigging eons around this place, and they have managed to find their way into the house. This is not good, my friends. Not good at all. So far I have woken to the hugest damn earwig I've ever seen, marching staunchly across my blanket mere inches from my face, it's pincer spread wide and obviously horny. I have turned on the water faucet in the kitchen sink with my hand under the spigot, only to have another huge one drop into my hand. I pulled a paper towel off the roll to wrap my dinner in it prior to microwaving, and another one dropped off of the towel, where it had been snuggled between that sheet and the next one on the roll, and when I picked up last night's roasting pan to stick it in the dishwasher, there was another one underneath that. That's 4 of the little fuggers 2 days in a row. There are two things I really can't stand, gentle readers. One is reptiles. The other is really gnarly, ugly insects. And neither of those two things belong in my house. I am not happy with this turn of events, and something has got to give, because I absolutely will NOT share my living quarters with nasty ass ugly brown bugs that creep me out on an epic level. No, I will not. So I am asking for suggestions, peeps, because those things have Got. To. Go. Now. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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