I could handle the spiders. Sort of.
I only had a minor meltdown over the ants.
BUT A MILLIPEDE?! No. I am putting my foot down.
I had to turn that thing into millipede jelly before it stopped wiggling around. I am so tired of bugs in my apartment. I can’t do this. I am not adventure-y. I barely survived CCC. My apartment was allegedly sprayed for bugs on Monday. That must have been a lie. Because I still see bugs. Freaking huge ones. That could crawl on me in my sleep and like…touch me. Okay…so it wouldn’t really be a detrimental experience, but it will ook me out. So…please…I am a well-bred lady. Or rather, a wimp. If you have more than two legs, just leave me alone. Plz. Kthnxbai.