What is this?! Look at it… What the hell is this bug?! And, why the freak is it in my apartment?! Gar.
I hate bugs more than anything. Highest on that list are spiders, and that sometimes reaches a level of irrational fear. But, any buggy type thing will do it to me. I came home from work last night to find my apartment being invaded by bugs. Ok… well… it was only 2 bugs, but they were not my favorites. First of all, there was a big cockroach on the wall, and it was a sad sight to see because it was the first one that has been spotted in my sweet pad up in Killara. It nested itself high on the wall and pretty much sat there all night, but I just wasn’t happy with its presence because where there’s one, there’s hundreds 🙁
Then, there was this foreigner hanging out on my TV antenna! I must say that I was actually more fascinated with it than anything. I waited for my boyfriend to come over so he could identify it (being from Australia), but he said that he had never seen it before! It was just such a strange looking little bug, so I made sure that it wasn’t harmed when being tossed outside.
I’m guessing it usually hangs out on trees given its rough and colored exterior, not to mention the fact it was perched on the antenna like it was a branch or small tree limb. It has a really weird snout looking thing, too. Does anyone know what this strange alien bug is? It was almost kind of… cute. It appeared as though it was frightened of us, hiding its face when we were looking at it. I should have given it a name and left it be since it is probably the closest thing to a pet I will have for who knows how long.
The night progressed and the gigantic cockroach was still up on my wall. Patrick said he was going to take care of it, but then he acted like it was no longer there. I said, “Fine, I’ll take care of this,” and marched into the living room with spray in hand. I stood on a chair and started attacking it, but it decided to hop around and then proceed to fly directly at me – landing on me in the process. I screamed like a little girl and frantically danced around the room trying to get the freaking thing off me. Thankfully, Pat came back in and took it from there.
It’s almost like the little bugger knew that would be the worst way to get me back. What. a. jerk.
But, then again, I was trying to kill it. Go figure.