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What type bug freaks you out? Most painful?

I fear bees and wasps, and the @#$kers seem to be drawn to redheads like moths to a flame, I can't get away from them. I've seen bees and wasps cross open fields and single me out. :mad:
 

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I don't think I'm really afraid of any bug. Though I avoid the ones I know are nasty. I think it has a lot to do with growing up in Arkansas. That place is like bug capital USA. Plus I lived in the country, so there was always a myriad of living critters all over the place. We had red wasps, tarantula killer wasps, hornets, killer bees, tarantulas (one walking up the wall in our kitchen one night), dirt dobbers, bees, ticks, chiggers, cow ants (that's what we called 'em), red ants, and black widow spiders. I'm not sure there is really anything else left!

My dad had a shop building with two floors, and through an opening in the ventilation, red wasps were coming in and building nests. We had found through trial and error that the best thing to kill them was industrial strength engine degreaser. No joke. One little "pfft" of that stuff, and that'd fall right to the ground, and be dead before they hit the ground. One day we armed ourselves, one can in each hand, and went upstairs. They had been building nests in the cracks in the ceiling (it was one of the those metal shop buildings), and with wasps flying around us, we zap, zap, zapped them all dead. It was a hoot.

I can remember busting open dirt dobber nests and finding all these spiders in there. Dirt dobbers find spiders and paralyze them with their venom, and then lay eggs on them. They then place them in the mud nests. That was a fascinating foray into biology. Because you'd open up the nest, and there'd be this myriad of squirming, lathargic spiders writhing around amidst the mud. Fascinating.

Every Black Widow spider I found, I killed - promptly. Well, after watching them for a bit. They're really beautiful creatures. I remember going to the Boston science museum looking at a black widow, and being wholy unimpressed. "Got ones twice that big back home", I found myself saying!
 

I'd like to also add that I've never ever been stung or bit by anything. Other than mosquitos. Which absolutely love me, and I absolutely loathe.
 


Insects in general just seem... unnatural to me. They don't outright freak me out, but thinking about them for too long just plum gives me the willies. I think it's because of how wholly different they are anatomy-and-behavior-wise in comparison to us.

Ants are so autonamous that it's scary.

Bees that rip their own intestines out with a single sting are disturbing.

Any bug that lays its eggs inside another bug is fairly oogy.



Once when I was very young, I was digging in the grass by the side of my house, and what did I find but a bit, white, hot-dog-shaped queen something or other. I shuddered, and ran away in revulsion. Those absolutely give me the wiggles in the worst of ways.
 

Water Crickets.

Dear god, I can survive any cephaliod horror the dark depths of the ocean can spew forth, but will react the same as a pubescent girl would if a Water Cricket jumped on my face.

[dont know any other word for em. I live in alabama, and they are fairly common around here.]

Also May Flies. I was swarmed by them once when I was very young. For some odd reason that dislike stuck with me.
 

I'm glad somebody mentioned bullet ants. I'm usually pretty OK with insects and other invertebrates, but bullet ants sent me into spasms of terror on a daily basis when I was in Costa Rica.

With wasps, I do not fear them. I hate them. I hate them with a passion that burns with the heat of a thousand suns.

Demiurge out.
 


Cockroaches, by the way, can run on two legs. They open their wings up a little to generate some lift and just start motoring. Cockroaches are lots of bad. Thailand has bad cockroaches.

I've gotten seriously stung by wasp/bees twice: once when my fearless father macheted a tree supporting a nest and it fell right on my head (I was about six), and once about seven or eight years later when I stepped on a rotten log and crunched through and INTO a nest.

Mm, stinging bugs trapped inside your pant legs. Boy, did I holler.

Bees and wasps don't much faze me any more. I don't bug them and they don't bug me.

Mosquitos are foul. They seem to have been designed DELIBERATELY to piss us off. I mean, I don't mind if a bug wants a millilitre or so of my blood, I got lots, help yourself. But it has to produce all that frickin' irritation and pain? AND the little buggers have to fly into YOUR EAR WHEN YOU'RE TRYING TO SLEEP!!!????

I hate those little buggers. I want somebody to design a mosquito trap that inflicts PAIN as they die, and provides me with a magnifying glass so's I can watch the bleeders writhe in agony as they die.

...

Sorry, I may have gotten a little carried away. Don't like mosquitos. Don't like 'em at all.
 

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