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Seriously. And like, you can never find them!
They used to get into our basement a lot, and you could hear them ALL throughout the house. So I'd get pissed and go down there to look for it and never be able to find it. Only be able to find the general area that it was in. And then they stop chirping when you get close. >> |
Yep! Nature's true ninjas! We get these huge, ugly ass cave crickets in our basement. They attack our cats, and for some reason they came upstairs this year. That's actually why my username is Insane Cricket. Of course, I view myself as one of the sleek, giant black crickets you're likely to find in your yard.
Hehehe. -Is hiding amongst the mess of the thread- I'mma bring you muuuusssiiiicccsss~~!!! -Chirps even louder- |
Ewwww.
One time there was this giant camelback cricket under my desk. RIGHT by my foot. D: I just looked down there and... there it was. I freaked out. NOOOO. NOT THE MUSICS! IT DRIVES ME MAD! D: |
Camel crickets and cave crickets are basically the same. Those are what we have. They like to attack me. I woke up with one on my pillow an inch away from my eye. I literally screamed and jumped up and ran like a scared little girl.
Scared the piss out of me. My cat immediately rushed into the room and gobbled it up, then started nuzzling me while the legs were sticking out of his mouth and still kicking! -shudders- They're so freaky looking... Ugh. And we get mutated ones in the basement. Some with seven and eight or nine legs. For the first few years I thought they were some fucked up mutation between spiders and crickets that ended up falling out of the ugly tree and hitting every branch on the way down. And they range in size from small to HUGE. Ew. -Shiver- -Chirps even louder and faster- I is playing a violin for yous!! ^o^! |
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EIGHT OR NINE LEGS? WHAT THE HELL. IS THERE A TOXIC WASTE DUMP IN YOUR BASEMENT? DDDD: UGHUGHUGH. TRYING NOT TO BE SICK. *is eating* |
I'm inclined to believe there is, yes. The spiders won't catch them and eat them. Even the big ones that come in from the garden. (I'm terrified of spiders.)
We had a tarantula (sp?) in our basement that refused to eat the crickets and ended up starving to death. |
I hate spiders toooo.
You know that story you told about the cricket on your pillow? Yeah. Happened to me with a spider, more or less. I layed down on my side, saw something move, but it was too close to focus on, and I had a dark pillow case. I sat up, and there was a little black spider inches from where my face had been. DDD: It was little, so normally it wouldn't be so scary, but it was right near my face! And that happened to me again on the couch. And I've seen various other spiders on my bed. D: There have been times where I've been laying in bed, almost asleep, and then I feel something on my hand and just SPRING out of bed, only to find that what I felt was just one of the knots at the end of the drawstrings on my pajamas pants. xD; AND ONE TIME THERE WAS A BROWN RECLUSE IN THE BATHROOM. SCARY STUFF, MAN. Luckily, I didn't find it. Nor see it outside of a jar before it was killed. Otherwise I would not be able to go in there. D: THOSE THINGS ARE DEADLY, MAN. *shudder* And just why was a TARANTULA in your basement? O_O Are they common in your area, or did you put it there to eat the crickets? |
Me touch it? Ew. No, we used to get them in the basement every summer. But that was before I was born. Then around the time that I was twelve I started seeing them every now and then. But we used to get TONS of them, and now we only get one or two.
Oh, I've got a spider story (two, actually). Okay, I was around twelve or thirteen and laying in bed asleep, sleeping on my back. I opened my eyes and there was a spider DANGLING FROM THE CEILING FOUR INCHES ABOVE MY RIGHT EYEBALL!!!! And then the summer before last, there was this HUGE spider that came into my room and kept running around on the wall next to me and it was the size of a mouse and I screamed, grabbed my laptop, stuffed animal, pillow, blankets, and camped out on the couch for two or three days until my boyfriend came over. He laughed at me for being scared out of my room by a spider and thought I was exagerrating (sp? I'm having a bad spelling day today) about how big it was. I have to say, I grinned for joy when I heard him yell when he saw it. He beat it to death and I promptly moved camp back into my bedroom. XD Yeah. He's never doubted me about how big a spider or creepy bug was since. And I live in Missouri, if that answers your question abuot tarantulas being common here. ^^;; (I also live near woods and a creek.) |
Something like that happened to me, too! But in the shower. I turned around and suddenly there was a spider right in front of my face. D: So it got sprayed and drowned. >>
Spiders don't drown easily. We have an exhaust fan above our shower that leads outside, so spiders come in there a lot and are frequently in the tub. I'll wash them down the drain if I'm in there to use the toilet or something. Then I come back an hour later and THEY'RE BACK. o_o Fucking zombie spiders. I've had to wash one down like, three or four times before. The last time I just ran really hot water on high for like, a minute or two to make SURE it was dead and gone. xD Yeah, and one time there was this somewhat big spider (not mouse-sized, though. More like quarter-sized) on my bed. I ran to get something to get rid of it with, and when I came back... it was gone. D: I looked all over and my mom helped me. Didn't see it. I wouldn't touch my bed for the rest of the day and was soooo squeamish when I finally had to go to bed. Eventually I found a spider like it a few days later, but I was still afraid of my bed for a good week or so. D: Whoa, hey, I live in Missouri too! ^^ So how did the tarantula end up in your basement? D: |
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You lives in Missouri!? WOOT! MISSOURIANS FOR LIFE!!!
I think it came in from the back door and went downstairs. You have to go into the garage to get into our basement. -Nods- Oh, and I know spiders don't drown. It's nuts. We have an exhaust fan that the come in through too. Whenever I see them I grab the shampoo and cover them in it. Sometimes even then they manage to escape, but generally they die when the shampoo still on their body dries up and keeps them from moving. Hairspray is good for killing spiders. -Nods- Even if they don't die immediately, get enough of it on them and they won't be able to move. Then you can squish the fuckers! |
Nancy - Sorry. xD;
Cricket - SO WAIT THERE ARE LOOSE TARANTULAS IN MISSOURI? OH FUCK NO. DX Hmm, I'd try that (the shampoo thing), but I'd feel like I was wasting it. I'll just wash them far far far away, where they can't hope to crawl back from. xDD I think that may just be cruel. |
WHO GIVES A FUCK IF IT'S WASTING SHAMPOO!? SPIDERS GOTTA DIE!!! -Stabs at them with a fork- Die! Die! Die!
What part of Missouri es ze Cherry from? =D |
NO, NOT THE FORK, WE EAT WITH THAT NOOOO. DX
Eastern/Centralish. You? |
Belton, just outside of Kansas City Missouri. Haha. I give better location information. XD
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*hides from the previous conversation* ;_;
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-hides with fiarra-
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Cricket - Oh okay, so maybe your tarantulas won't crawl their way over here. D: *about an hour away from Saint Louis*
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*shivers and huddles with Nancy* Halp...
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My cousins live near St. Louis. Damn. I wanna know if you know them. XD
If you do, punch them for me? XXD |
Cricket - Unless they're homeschooled, I doubt I do. xD But who are they?
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Ah, they aren't homeschooled. Their last name is Crow. Though it might be spelled Crowe. I can't remember. >.<
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Cricket is so not afraid of geckos. BRING ON THE GECKOS, BIZNITCH! >=D
-Decked out in full riot gear- (Join our Assassin game. Seriously. <3) |
*zaps Panther and Giraffe with the grow 20 stories tall ray*
MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Also, I don't post NEARLY enough for the Assassin game. |
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