I was reminded about these from a friend on Facebook today. It made me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Now, not many things make me squeamish, I am known as iron guts (for a few reasons), but these things just make me want to throw up in my mouth.

There is just something about them that creeps me out. I’m pretty fine with all other insects/arachnids. I don’t freak out, but yeh bleugh when it comes to these things. I’ve always been creeped out by them. I don’t know what it is, probably the amount of legs. There was this one time like 10 years ago when George caught one in a tissue and put it into my bin which was metal so during the night it made these “clang, clang” noises whilst tossing and turning in the metal bin all night. I couldn’t touch it though. I think I ended up flushing it down the toilet.

The best thing was moving to Brisbane from Adelaide though. I haven’t seen one since I moved which has been amazing. They were everywhere in Adelaide in summer and it was just disgusting. I’ll take Brisbane humidity over gross leggy grossness anyday!

I’ll mention the other things that make my skin crawl at another time. There is only so much I can deal with.