I killed a silverfish last night. I have an aversion to those creatures. They give me the shivers; even after they're dead. They're just too fast and silvery for my liking. Creepy little buggers. It was ginormous, as far as silverfish go, and sat concurrent to the window on our bedroom wall.
Charles was on his run. I usually make him kill the bugs at home, because his aim is better and then I don't have to freak out as much. He now just fetches the vacuum to suck them in, since our popcorn ceiling makes killing bugs difficult and nobody wants a pincher bug falling on their head.
I feel that killing a silverfish is like killing an evil fairy, because silver dust coats them even in death.
I would have put a picture of one here for you to look at, but apparently even pictures of them freak me out.
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Somehow I didn't see a silverfish until I was 20 years old, and then one crawled out of my bath towel right when I stepped out of the shower and I FREAKED THE HECK OUT. I can't stand those things!
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