Quite disgusting isn't it?Well, here's my story:
I went down to the laundry room in the basement of our building. You have to go outside to get into it, so as one might guess it is quite dark, scary and full of scary things. I was getting clothes into the washer, when I realized that I lost a sock a week ago. I proceeded to look in the quite nasty and unclaimed pile. This---->
streaked away, lightning fast from within.
In the course of my lifetime, never has there been a time where I have not been afraid of bugs (to an extent). And also, never has there been a time in my life where the "Fight or Flight" response is so acutely undubitable.
Today, it was GO TIME.
Fortunately, I won.
I found a spray bottle of Oxy Clean, and hit him with my best shot.
Unfortuntely, in the end I found out that this bug (though scary and quite gross-looking) is quite harmless, and actually eats roaches, spiders, and other basement bugs.
So, today, in the ongoing battle with the entophiles, I both won and lost.
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Addendum: I found the centipede picture on whatsthatbug.com (geek central) just in case anyone was wondering. I wish I could say that I ran back upstairs, grabbed my camera, snapped a quick photo then continued on with my assault
"To this general happiness there was one exception. I remember nothing earlier than the terror of certain dreams. It is a very common trouble at that age, yet it still seems to me odd that petted and guarded childhood should so often have in it a window opening on what is hardly less than Hell. My bad dreams were of two kinds, those about specters and those about insects. The second were, beyond comparison, the worse; to this day I would rather meet a ghost than a tarantula. And to this day I could almost find it in my heart to rationalise and justify my phobia. As Owen Barfield once said to me, "The trouble about insects is that they are like French locomotives - they have all the works on the outside." The works - that is the trouble. Their angular limbs, their jerky movements, their dry, metallic noises, all suggest either machines that have come to life or life degenerating into mechanism. You may add that in the hive and the anthill we see fully realised the two things that some of us most dread for our own species - the dominance of the female and the dominance of the collective. One fact about the history of this phobia is perhaps worth recording. Much later, in my teens, from reading Lubbock's Ants, Bees, and Wasps, I developed for a short time a genuinely scientific interest in insects. Other studies soon crowded it out; but while my entomological period lasted my fear almost vanished, and I am inclined to think a real objective curiosity will usually have this cleansing effect."
~C.S. Lewis, "Surprised by Joy" pp. 8, 9
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