
I'll tell ya' one thing. If I have a bug like that on my face, there is NO WAY I stay still long enough for my friends to snap hi quality, nicely-framed photography. You might, however, get some nice shots of me beating my own face into a bloody pulp.
Oh, and THIS thing...

I mean, Dude. When a six pound beetle lays claim to your hot dog bun, that's his damn hot dog bun. I mean, look at the bear hug that thing's got there! Jesus.
OK, and I saved the worst one for last...

That thing lands on my shoulder and I'm taking off my damn arm with an axe. Or better yet, just kill me. Yeah, in fact, Kandi -- if you see one of these things within a quarter mile of me, just push me in front of oncoming traffic. What the F-CK IS THAT?!?!?!
I will say this. If there's one positive to having seen all these nightmarish creatures, it's that teen angst and ungodly humidity suddenly don't seem so bad.
that last one can't possibly real... can it? either way i'm having nightmares.
ReplyDeleteOh, it's real, Kim. And it likes Armenians. AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
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