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« Last post by YawningMan on July 22, 2016, 05:12:31 PM »
Oh, boy. That's an interesting can of worms.
Oddly enough, I am actually kind of interested in insects and critters of various sorts. I've let wasps land on my hand as I showed them to people. When I was a boy, I caught a jumping spider. (The only time I ever got bit.) When I was older, I attempted to hold a small wolf spider, but I learned from my jumping spider mistake and didn't close my hand around him. He would just run out.
Oh, and there was the time I tried to hold a baby orb weaver in my hand. When I remembered that they don't build webs at the bottom of garage doors, I was really quick to shake her off of my hand. (Juvenile black widow. Oops!)
No, my disdain for roaches was built over time. When I was living in Waco, I live on campus at TSTC in some really cheap housing. I really appreciated the place, but it was a pier and beam type deal, so critters would occasionally come in.
The roaches woke me up a few times, just making noise. I never heard the mice. Seriously, though. Roaches make LOTS of noise... It's hard to believe, but it's true.
The last straw came when I was feeling merciful and caught a roach to drop off at the railroad tracks just off of campus. I was holding it in the paper towel when it pooped. It stunk as if some dude came into my house, dropped a steamer right on my floor, and walked out. I reacted similarly to how I describe my event up above. "Let me get this straight, I catch you to let you live, and you straight up poop in my hand? No. That's not happening! I can't believe you did that!"
So, yeah. Roaches worked hard and earned my disdain for them. Spiders are still okay. I just don't let certain kinds live in my house. (In this part of the world, those are Brown Recluses and Black Widows.)