Invaders

[ladysprite]

I find it.... amusing, I suppose, in a kind of shameful way, that I can deal with many things that other people either can't or don't - I've had my hands inside other living things, done surgery on eyeballs, performed laser surgery on my own hand, and shrugged off more bodily fluids than most people have to confront in a lifetime - but that the mere presence of a big, hairy, too-many-legged bug in my bathroom when my husband is out of the house will turn me into a shrieking, jumping, hysterical gurl, flailing ineffectually around with a flyswatter while shrieking 'DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!' in an embarrassingly shrill voice.

I *think* I killed it. As much as I want it to be dead, I don't want to get close enough to be certain.

I lack the chromosomes necessary to deal with things like this....

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[serakit.livejournal.com]

At one point we had those giant winged ants flying around the school and one flew into our classroom-- I screamed when it landed on the table, some of the other girls screamed, and all the boys across the room looked at us and said "A bug?" in unison. We are so predictable. (It's really fun when it happens, as it did a couple of days ago, in the middle of class and the professor ends up removing the spider from the notebook...)