Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Icky!

More on waterbugs vs. cockroaches. According to my bug books "waterbugs" and Palmetto bugs are all in reality the American Cockroach, who lives in the disgustingly humid south. I' d previously thought they didn't fly much around here. Ha. Ha ha ha. Apparently I don't look up at the streetlamps much at night, otherwise I would have seen the horrible things hurling themselves head-first into the bulbs and ricocheting off into the dark, just so they could put their nasty little bug feet all over me when I had my back turned.

Since they don't have those where I come from I'd been thinking they were just excessively clumsy moths, and yes, on particularly humid nights you can hear them flapping past and then clunk! right into a lamp. My only other excuse is that I can't see for shit at night. I can't drive in it, so don't expect me to correctly identify disgusting flying things.

The little teeny, regular-sized guys are German Cockroaches and everybody gots 'em. Awwwwww. Aren't they cute? Bleeeh.

But I think waterbugs get way bigger than 2". I've seen some that should be on a leash for crap's sake.


But just to prove that I really do like crawly things, here's some bug porn.