Crunchy

Last night, a june bug breached the integrity of my apartment. It was the most exciting thing ever to happen for my cats, within two seconds, they were all over that action. Me, well bugs still freak me out. One time I was in the open air courtyard at the mall, sitting on a bench under a tree, happily sipping on my smoothie, when a cockroach all out landed on my arm. You know you can call them palmetto bugs if it makes you feel better, but I'm on to that game, total cockroaches. I didn't realize at first that is what had landed on me, so I go to brush it away, and it starts crawling up my arm and, again, me with the freaking out. In public. Traumatic.


My cats effectively managed to stun the apartment june bug, Siamese Cat taking the alpha role in the search and destroy mission. I thought rock on Siamese Cat! since I wouldn't have to kill it myself. Bugs that crunch when you kill them, much creepiness. My least favorite bugs to kill are: cockroaches, june bugs, and crickets. The only bugs I can handle are ladybugs. Only if one, and only one lands on me, and I am wearing a long sleeved shirt, and it remains in contact with my person for a period of no longer than 10 seconds, then I'm chill. Yeah, I definitely think it was a brilliant decision on my part to move to bugalicious Florid@. I was worried about disposing of the june bug carcass because as I have mentioned before, even dead bugs, still with the whole freak out factor. Turns out I need not have worried. Yes, that's right, Siamese Cat ate the june bug. Seriously disturbing crunching sound effect that I cannot seem to get out of my head. I may never be able to eat popcorn again. Let me just say that Siamese Cat is not allowed to sleep with me for the next 48 hours. Or be within 10 feet of my face. I much appreciate his disposal efforts, but still. Wig.



2003-05-13 at 7:54 a.m.