It's funny none of the "other" bugs bother me- spiders, roaches, ants.... In fact, most bugs (if they venture inside) I will scoop in a cup and release outside. I will smoosh poisonous ones like scorpions and some spiders (black widows).Even tarantulas don't bother me, I've actually "helped" a few off the road and into the brush before (on a chunk of bark or paper, I think their poisonous to touch). I'm really *hoping* Oregon doesn't have the same kind of horrible things living here that Arizona did. Everything there was prickly, predatory, carried disease or was outright poisonous!
While it left no lasting fears, there was one night when Joe was at work I decided to turn the heater on for the first time that season. All of a sudden, I look over and there are literally thousands upon thousands of red fire ants pouring out of the heater vent and coating the walls, floor and ceiling:52:. I guess the heater warming up knocked their nest loose or something. Fearing the swarming/stinging ants could kill or eat them, I grabbed Tiffany and Leo (we didn't have Kiwi back then), and hightailed it out of there. The landlord lived on premise, but after nearly pounding the door in, I couldn't get him to answer so I put the lizards on the dash of my car and drove like 80mph to walmart to buy out all their raid. What a crackhead I must've looked like running into walmart in a panic at like 11:30pm, in my pjs with 2 lizards and buying up a bunch of bug spray:11: Thankfully, a neighbor was still up and watch Tiff and Leo while I "fumigated" the ever living you know what out of that apartment. By the time Joe got home, everything was dripping with dead ants and coated in bug spray, so we had to spend the night at his moms. The landlord felt I "overreacted" when Joe went to his door the next morning and demanded he address the situation of why a bajillion ants came pouring into our apartment:20:
Another major freaky, make your skin crawl "bug" problem was this article. Still not sure if it's an urban legend or not, but I know it certainly freaked me the hell out when my MIL first showed me it. I'll post a link and not the pic because it is really
disturbing and graphic, especially to us girls-
Breast Infestation - Urban Legends
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), but I have babysat and stuff. The first time I had to change a poopy diaper, I almost died. Of course, it was not a choice, the child HAD to be changed, but I definitely wasn't so eager to have my own children after I babysat infants a few times:52: Maybe it will be different if I ever have my own baby, but I surely like them *much* better when I can hand them back to mommy when they have a dirty diaper. Dogs and cats....just no, would not happen. Reptiles- I am not fond of cleaning up after even though it doesn't smell particularly strong and is small. I'll take Kiwi's comparatively small, odorless droppings over any other creatures "leavings" any day (he can keep his regurgitation to himself though)
