Dead Bugs

[poliphilo]

There was a spider in the sink. I fetched a piece of paper and scooped it out. I like spiders.

In fact I like all bugs. My fear of them has to do with hurting them. Those fat squashable bodies, those flimsy wings and legs. For some reason I'm horrified by dead bugs. Living ones are fine. Dead ones- aaargh!

When I was a very small child I was sitting in the bath and I turned round and there was a big drowned moth bobbing about behind me. I got out of that water soooo fast...

Swimming pools were always problematic for me because of the drowned insects. Still are. I steer clear of pools though I love swimming in the sea. I guess insects must drown in the sea, but you don't see them do you? Maybe the waves sink em. Maybe the fish gobble 'em down double-quick fast.

I just watched Dennis Potter's Singing Detective. It's full of horrors. But the bit that got me was when the little boy killed a ladybird. Omigod.

If there's one thing I despise in a movie it's gratuitous bug-squashing.

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[halfmoon-mollie.livejournal.com]

bugs are facinating. But then there are those pesky cockroaches. And we have a problem with ant SWARMS at work.

Once when I was a kid, I was sitting at a picnic table and a pair of what I now know were mating praying mantisis (prey manti?) landed in front of me. I watched in facination as one of them beheaded the other...

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

An infestation of roaches might cause me to lose my cool.

What we have instead is a colony of woodlice- cute little things like itsy-bitsy armadilloes.