The popping of tiny beetles.

Last weekend, one of my roommates fumigated the house. And he killed A LOT OF FLEAS. Thank you.

But last night, while cleaning my room, I picked up approximately 15 dead earwigs that didn’t make it through the fall out. I hate earwigs. I usually call them “pincher butt” bugs. I also found the following:

1. Another one of those wolf spiders that was only about the size of a quarter (including his legs).
2. One weird, mostly dead, unidentifiable brown spider (not a brown recluse).
3. One completely dead, unidentifiable brown spider (possibly a brown recluse, too dead and curled up to tell).
4. 15,000 little stink beetles that you have to squeeze pretty hard in order to terminate their life.

For those who think I am brave, know that it is only a front so that my country roommates, who are already hardened to the onslaught of insects, can’t see through my strong facade that I am indeed, a SISSY.

Plus Winemonkey hates when I ask him to kill bugs for me and again, I don’t want him to think I am some wimpy girl. So I suck it up and do it myself.