Living in hotels and in NYC for the last 2 years has spoiled me. There are no bugs. Hotels are cleaned and sanitized so often that very few bugs survive and NYC is so toxic the bugs are smarter than to try. Sure in NYC you see cockroaches, but they were never in my apartment. Even during our bed-bug debacle of 2009 when we had sticky traps throughout our apartment, nothing was ever on them but dust bunnies. (By the way our "bed-bugs" were actually Ryan developing a peanut allergy. No actual bugs)
Living in DC there are bugs everywhere. I know it was built on a swamp, I know it's summer, I know I live in a basement, but goodness gracious this place is a bug convention! In our house alone I have battled huge house spiders, some big ole furry black spider, tiny beetles that look like baby roaches, 2 slugs and the grossest of all, HOUSE CENTIPEDES. (here is a picture)
I hate centipedes. Just typing that word makes my skin crawl. When we first saw the nasty things I looked them up online and read about how great they are, how they keep other bugs out of your house, ect, ect. I do not care. Those things are gross. They have way to many legs.
Eww.
When I was little we were vacationing at our house in Kerrville TX. My little brother and I had gone exploring and were now in the bath when a huge gross centipede walked around the corner of the doorframe and into the bathroom. My mom freaked out and my grandpa caulked the thing in under the sink counter. When that piece gets pulled out for remodeling the biggest, grossest centipede skeleton EVER, is still going to be there mocking me.
Eww. Yucky.
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