I lol'd.
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Originally Posted by inferno
Forreal. My parents would always tell me not to kill them when outside or to take them outside and not to kill them. I was all...NOOOO...STOMP IT OUT, KILL IT WITH FIRE.
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Anything with more limbs than me can just fuck off as far as I'm concerned.
I hate when you squish a spider on a wall and its legs pop off and there's a gross bug smear to clean up.
If I refuse to squish anything, it's because I don't want to clean up the mess. :wacko:
When necessary I am capable of being manly and disposing of spiders to protect damsels in distress.
That's the only reason I do it. Not because I hate spiders more than they do or anything. Nope. :dread:
Also, for all spider lovers. One of my favorite spiders.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRbgs...eature=related
He actually hasn't played that in forever. I would trade it in if I could get anything more than maybe a dollar for it. :wacko:
Maybe you should wear socks that don't impede your circulation.
I really hate earwigs. Sometimes my boyfriend refuses to kill them just to bother me. And sometimes he only half kills them and they fall off the wall to an unknown location. What if it fell in my blankets? Or on my wampa plushie? And I'm so not reaching over there for my DS anymore. D:
Mice are terrible. And having a cat in the house doesn't help. That just means you have to hear endless squeaking in the middle of the night as your cat cripples a mouse, plays with it for a bit, then leaves it there to suffer after it's grown bored.
The first time I heard that, I thought a bat had gotten into the house or something.