
Bug spray, where would I be without you?
I don’t like summer, and it’s getting really warm around here. Here’s my explanation in verse.
Bug spray, where would I be without you?
I don’t like summer, and it’s getting really warm around here. Here’s my explanation in verse.
There’s them that can handle creepy-crawlies, and then there’s them that can’t.
Earlier today someone linked me to a video showing off the new non-violent spider catcher. I linked them to a video of my spider-crushing shoe.
Just kidding. I’d never use my shoes when a piece of toilet paper works. But maybe some people don’t want to kill bugs. That’s cool too. But they all look like freakish monsters to me.
Just one of those days, right Samsa–I mean, Knight?
10 points if you get this reference. 20 points if you remembered that Kafka was the author, not the main character of Metamorphosis. And 100 points if you get why nobody cares when you turn into a giant insect.
…I hate bugs.
Today’s post comes from a place of deep hatred. Against bugs, not Knight that is. Some of the hornets I’ve seen flying about are massive, and I can’t wait for winter. On that subject though, I imagine the only thing that would be able to stand up to a wasp with a giant stinger is something with impenetrable armor. Like Knight.