If Australia were a perfect place, it would be swarming with the ever so adorable rock wallaby, and maybe some koalas and kangaroos to even it out. I would also enjoy a couple of sugar gliders in every tree, as well as quokkas in my backyard. I wouldn’t even mind those terrifyingly large flying foxes that plague the trees of Sydney’s Botanic Gardens.
That would be a perfect Australia.
Instead, I am often left with the willies as I encounter some of those things in Australia that make your skin crawl. Overall, I’ve been lucky and not encountered too many of the items on that list, but bugs, man, they really just bug me. My weird bug experiences in Oz have been totally uncool.
You did read about the huntsman spider tormenting us on our drives, right?
What about the time I came home to an elephant weevil (a wha?) on my TV antenna?
Or, the time I ran into a foot-long walking stick (the insect) by my mailbox?
Just the other day over in Perth, I ran into my very first redback spider, which even though kind of excited me, it also creeped me out.
About a month ago, a lovely little praying mantis set up shop for the day on my apartment’s doorbell, when a few nights earlier one was found down in the parking lot.
And this week, I apparently have a new walking stick pet that is hanging out near my front door.
About once a week, I’m out in my hallway with a dustpan scooping up some little black centipede bugs and throwing them back outside. And, with it being Oz, there is definitely the occasional cockroach or two wandering around.
I deal with bugs on a regular basis in Australia, and they seriously creep me out.