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No shit, there I was... in the kitchen. with a knife... ok, no knife.
So there I was, sorting though a large bunch of basil, and I looked down and there was a THREE INCH LONG INSECT ON MY HAND.
And I looked at it and go "dude, you are so very very lost."
We then had a few minutes of negotiation (read: me trying to get him to stay still long enough to get to the open window) before he was removed to a hopefully more hospitable neighborhood.
There are many things that make me give out girly shrieks. Locusts (or any of the grasshopper/cricket variants) ain't it.
I do, however, admit to being...rather startled.
Still. For fresh basil, I'll wing-wrassle a few bugs...
And I looked at it and go "dude, you are so very very lost."
We then had a few minutes of negotiation (read: me trying to get him to stay still long enough to get to the open window) before he was removed to a hopefully more hospitable neighborhood.
There are many things that make me give out girly shrieks. Locusts (or any of the grasshopper/cricket variants) ain't it.
I do, however, admit to being...rather startled.
Still. For fresh basil, I'll wing-wrassle a few bugs...
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(Oh, I'm sure it did happen; I just wanted to see a photo of the three-inch-long locust-like thing)
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Locusts/grasshoppes/whatever aren't too bad. Cockroaches on the other hand. . .
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(I was bit by a black widow (male) who got into the house, back when I lived in NJ. I bear no grudge but I did kill the SOB in pure surprised reaction. I had TOLD the ex that putting the woodpile against the external wall was a Bad Idea...)