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.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

O dear!

We had the same thing. The mouse was loose in the house for ages. I finally cornered it behind the books in the bookshelves, caught it and released it into the great outdoors.

[halfmoon-mollie.livejournal.com]

I finally cornered it behind the books in the bookshelves, caught it and released it into the great outdoors.

I've trapped mice before. This last time I got an infestation I bought some of that nice expanding spray foam and filled all the cracks. And a few other things that didn't need filling. And managed to stick my head to the kitchen floor...but no more mice. I always felt awful when I had to dispose of their bodies down the toilet...

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

We don't have cats any more. When we did we got to dispose of a lot of tiny, chewed up corpses. I found it heart-breaking.