the limits of hippie

I catch bees and bring them outside. Spiders I don’t mind. Sure, I yelp at first sight, but then we get along fine. House spider Harold lived in my shower rod this summer, so we were even naked together, and I was all What’s up, Harold! I’m washing my hair!

But this thing. WTF.

Yeah, I killed it. I killed the hell out of it.

4 Comments

  • Bree

    November 4, 2010 at 12:12 am

    Ugh, I hate those things. Luckily, my cats love them.

  • Jenna

    November 4, 2010 at 4:30 pm

    They are harmless. Cats do help, though. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scutigera_coleoptrata

  • megh

    November 4, 2010 at 5:19 pm

    I know I’m all evolved and stuff, but horrifying does not qualify as harmless.

  • Jenna

    November 5, 2010 at 12:49 pm

    I generally have a buddhist philosophy myself, so I’m not big on stomping on stuff. When I see one of these beasts though I run for the cleaning products. This is one situation where I feel perfectly comfortable inducing chemical death.

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