smock, you will particularly enjoy this. I can't remember the other person that will also like it. partiallysunny? starrieskies?
So, we were walking around some fort in Quebec City, enjoying the day, but on our way to get a drink because it was hot and we had been walking all day. I felt something on my face and see it just beneath my eye. It's a bug. I thought it was a wasp, so I take off my sunglasses very slowly and ask Brad to help me. He turns to look at me and his eyes get really big. Meanwhile, the wasp has made it's way to my nose. Brad stabs me in the nose with no warning. I jump because I am startled and Brad screams, "DON'T MOVE!!!" He finally manages to get the thing off my face with no stings or bites.
Nothing is flying away. I ask what it was. "You didn't see?" "No." "It was a spider. This big." He shows me the first segment of his pointer finger, which is not much less than an inch long.
I HAD A SPIDER ON MY FACE! Not on purpose.
When he poked me, the spider actually had jumped to my hair and attached a web so that it started lowering itself down. Brad has just grabbed the line and let it lower to the ground.
Also, WTF is up with Cleveland Castro not looking at the judge? 977 counts is pretty impressive.
I'm not going to lie, I felt it on my face for hours afterwards.
I may be glad that I didn't see it. I actually don't mind spiders. Many of them are quite beautiful. However, I like to be in control of the situation.
I am anti bug. I look ridiculous when we go camping. I have bug spray, clip on bug fan thingys, citronella candles... but the stupid spiders just keep on coming.
The one evening, H was waiting for me outside the bath house. I came out, H looked at me funny and said "you have a cockroach on your shoulder". I freaked the fuck out. H laughed at me for the rest of the evening. He still does actually and that was about 5 years ago.
I HATE BUGS.
I can't even get mad at DS when he see ants. Every time he sees them (those swarms of teeny tiny concrete ants) he stops and yells "freaking ants!". If you ask him what he said, he says "freaking ants. they're really freaking".
My sister is 17 and says "freaking" all the time. Freaking dirty dishes, freaking trash needs to go out, etc. We have her to thank for the "freaking ants".
I am anti bug. I look ridiculous when we go camping. I have bug spray, clip on bug fan thingys, citronella candles... but the stupid spiders just keep on coming.
The one evening, H was waiting for me outside the bath house. I came out, H looked at me funny and said "you have a cockroach on your shoulder". I freaked the fuck out. H laughed at me for the rest of the evening. He still does actually and that was about 5 years ago.
I HATE BUGS.
I can't even get mad at DS when he see ants. Every time he sees them (those swarms of teeny tiny concrete ants) he stops and yells "freaking ants!". If you ask him what he said, he says "freaking ants. they're really freaking".
My sister is 17 and says "freaking" all the time. Freaking dirty dishes, freaking trash needs to go out, etc. We have her to thank for the "freaking ants".
Post by captainmel on Jul 18, 2013 16:28:51 GMT -5
When Boyfriend watches bug science shows on our TV I feel the bugs crawling on my face. I would have probably peed my pants.
Also, I was sewing and I had a bunch of pins in my mouth and Boyfriend said "oh, you sort of look like you have spider pedipalps when you talk. Thanks, I've always wanted to be compared to a spider.
When Boyfriend watches bug science shows on our TV I feel the bugs crawling on my face. I would have probably peed my pants.
Also, I was sewing and I had a bunch of pins in my mouth and Boyfriend said "oh, you sort of look like you have spider pedipalps when you talk. Thanks, I've always wanted to be compared to a spider.
I'm not the one you were thinking of but spider stories "amuse" me. My mom is allergic and the grands (my granddaughters live with me and we're adopting them) are petrified. I was sitting in the office a few weeks back and the girls were outside playing when I heard an earsplitting shriek from outside. GD1 came running inside yelling "GD2 needs you! Come outside! GD2 needs you. There's a spider!" A little spider, about this . big had found its way into her hair and started from her bangs straight in front of her eyes, freaking her out. Our poor neighbors came out of their houses, with one of them running to me to check if she was all right or needed an ambulance or medical kit or anything, to see to poor kidlet sobbing against my shoulder. Nope, just a teeny spider freaking her out. Poor baby.